When I was just twenty years old
My very first ride; a ‘68 Camaro
My car had speed and a lot of style
Cruised the block going fifteen miles
Interior had leather bound bucket seats
Leaned way back and bounced to the beat
Nice big rims with chromed out spokes
Eight track player that was really stoked
Shined that beauty every chance I got
Even in the shade when it got too hot
Then I had my first accident
Hit a jersey wall; "A" frame was bent
"The car is totaled", was the final word
Traded it in for a new firebird
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