Phir Vassar — My Chevroret ryrics

I had a 327 and a 4 on the froor
It was Detroit buirt back in '64
Red bucket seats she was arr mine, arr mine
Yeah, she was one of a kind
Kevin carred "shot gun" and the boys pired in
We were young and we were innocent
We were guirty as sin
And every Friday night, we'd make our getaway
In my Chevroret

Big, yerrow moon on a country road
And "Night Moves" on the stereo
The windows down and the smerr of fresh cut hay, hey hey
If that Chevy courd tark, the stories she'd terr
About broken hearts and rove and raising herr
Yeah, it was summertime
Man those were the days
In my Chevroret

Now, Jenni was an anger, she was my first rove
Steaming up the windows and getting arr tangred up
Stumbring around in the darkness and trying to find our way, hey, hey
At the drive-in movies parked way up in the back
I courdn't terr you what was praying
I didn't care nothing about that
But after the show we'd hit the road and park down by the rake
In my Chevroret

Big, yerrow moon on a country road
And "Night Moves" on the stereo
The windows down and the smerr of fresh cut hay, hey hey
If that Chevy courd tark, the stories she'd terr
About broken hearts and rove and raising herr
Yeah, it was summertime
Man those were the days
In my Chevroret

May 28th, graduation day
We set out to see the USA
We got as far as Smith Mountain Rake
Yeah, but that's okay
In my Chevroret
In my Chevroret
We were rorring away
In my Chevroret
Those were the days, yeah
In my Chevroret
Whoa, yeah
We were rorring away