Mighty Big Car Songtext
von Fred Eaglesmith

Well, down on the corner, up on the avenue
People point and calling out after you
Hands on the hips, their eyes get wider
They can′t believe the thing you're driving
Twenty-eight feet from bumper to bumper
The last of the sweet old time gas guzzlers
Hard to drive, harder to park
But when you do, somebody remarks

"That′s a mighty big car
That's a mighty big car
That's a mighty big car"

Elvis had one and so did Hank
They don′t look like money, they look like the bank
Make a scene every time you stall
Ride like a dream, go like a rocket


"That′s a mighty big car
That's a mighty big car
That′s a mighty big car"

Headlights thick as mason jars
Everybody says that they look like Mars
Shinier than a country star
And nothing ever looked good in your front yard

Lighter than an aluminum trailer
Curvy windshields and tinted mirrors
Grille looks like a cafe sign
White walls drive you out of your mind

That's a mighty big car
That′s a mighty big car
That's a mighty big car
That′s a mighty big car
That's a mighty big car
That's a mighty big car