Tom Waits - The Pontiac Lyrics
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The Pontiac
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What Are The Lyrics For The Pontiac By Tom Waits?
Well let's see, we had the eh, we had the Fairlane
Then the u-joints went out on that and the bushings and then your mother wanted to trade it in on the Tornado, so we got the Tornado God, I hated the color of that son of a bitch And the dog destroyed the upholstery on the Ford Boy, that was long before you were born We called it the Yellowbird, two-door, three on the tree Tight little mother Threw a rod, sold it to Jacobs for a hundred dollar Now the Special eh, four-holer, you've never seen body panels lining up like that Overhead cam, dual exhaust You know I had, let's see I had, four Buicks, loved them all Now your Uncle Emmet, well he drives a Thunderbird, it used to belong to your Aunt Evelyn Now, she ruined it, drove it to Indiana with no gear oil. That was the end of that! Sold that Cadillac to your mom Your mom loved that Caddy Independent rear suspension, Landau top, good tires Gas hog. I swear it had the power to repair itself I love the old, Dan Steele used to give 'em to me at a discount Showroom models and that And then there was the Pontiac and God, I loved that Pontiac Well, it was kind of an ox-blood It just kinda handled so beautifully Yeah, I miss that car. Well, it was a long time ago, a long time ago |
Who Wrote The Pontiac By Tom Waits?
Kathleen Brennan, Thomas Alan Waits
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What's The Duration Of The The Pontiac By Tom Waits?The duration of The Pontiac is 1:54 minutes and seconds. |
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