Fancy machine

Lonely roads
Walking home
Why'd you leave me all alone?

When we first met
You were dressed in red
But now you're gone and there's so many things I left unsaid

I was looking at a photo of us back in '98
It was after that fender-bender
But don't worry baby, you still looked great

She was my honky trunk of love
I picked her up from a heaven above
She was my beauty queen

A mighty fine well oiled, heavy engine
V-8, four wheel, seat warming
Cup holding, air bagging, defrosting
Child locking, freedom loving, fancy machine.

Fancy machine
A fancy machine
She was my fancy machine
A fancy machine
She was my fancy machine
A fancy machine
She was my fancy machine
Fancy machine