Some times she runs, some times she don't, more than once shes left me
on the side of the road, the older she gets the slower we go, but there
ain't nothin wrong with the radio.
She needs a carbuerator, a set of plug wires, shes riding me around on four
I got sixteen speakers crossin my back dash, a little bobbin dog
watchin everybody pass dual attennas whippin in the wind Lord the ain't
no country station that I can't tune in, she ain't a cadillac and she
ain't a rolls but their ain't nothin wrong with the radio.
I got stopped by a cop late last night, out of date tags and no taillights,
No she ain't a cadillac and she ain't a rolls but there ain't nothin
wrong with your radio.