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When we were young men baby…
We’d drive our british cars
I said when we were young men…
We’d drive our British cars
We’d drop the top honey,
and stare up at all the stars
We didn’t care if it was rainin’ or shinin’
Or had a little too much to drink
I said we didn’t care if it was rainin’ or shinin’
Or had a little too much to drink
The speed limit meant nuttin’,
Cause we didn’t have time to think
If our girlfriends complained
We really didn’t care
If it messed up their makeup
Or screwed up their hair
Cause we were young and free
Driving our British Sports Cars for all to see
We Were…(Eagles, take it easy)
Everyone!
Driving down the road
The shifter linkage is bowed
Carburetors on
My mind,
School trying to own me,
Friends trying to stone me
Out crusin for a good time
Don’t get greasy, it gets breezy
Don’t let the sounds of British Wheels drive you crazy
Cool it down while you still can
Go on and buy that electric fan
Adjust the carbs and wash your hands
Don’t get greasy
Don’t get greasy, it gets breezy
Don’t let the sounds of British
Wheels drive you crazy
Cool it down while you still can
Go on and buy that electric fan
Adjust the carbs and wash your
hands
Don’t get
greasy
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That was before the wife and
kids
And car payments come due
Damn that was before the wife and kids
And college tuition too
Before demanding jobs and bosses,
And worries about stock market losses too
Behind the wheel of our modern day cars
We dream of British Drop Tops, the wind and the stars
We Were…(Eagles, take it easy)
Everyone!
Driving down the road
The shifter linkage is bowed
Carburetors on
My mind,
School trying to own me,
Friends trying to stone me
Out crusin’ for a good time
Don’t get greasy, it gets breezy
Don’t let the sounds of British Wheels drive you crazy
Cool it down while you still can
Go on and buy that electric fan
Adjust the carbs and wash your hands
Don’t get greasy
Come on lady, don’t be lazy
I gotta know if you’re strong enough
To push my British baby
It may rain or it may shine
Jump in baby let’s have some wine
I dropped the top she’s climbin’ in,
Don’t get greasy
Well I’m broke down on the road trying to lighten
The load, she’s pushing us from behind
Lookin’ for a station that won’t keep us wait’n
Lord there’re so hard to find
It ain’t easy, don’t get greasy
Don’t let the sound of British Wheels drive you crazy
Cool it down while you still can
Go on and buy that electric fan
Adjust the carbs and wash your hands
Don’t get greasy
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