I was washing antique cars Working part-time for my dad after school When I got the go-ahead To pick a car and spin around the neighborhood
It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar It was a beautiful car
That was the night I heard of the fighting And the murder of the schoolmaster's son Last year I asked him who he was afraid of And he answered "everyone"
But did I even flinch a wrist Should I have tried to undo what had been done That's just the way it's gotta be I should never have to worry myself none
It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar It was a beautiful car
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