"The Pontiac" as written by and Kathleen Brennan 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

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"The Pontiac" as written by Thomas Alan Waits Kathleen Brennan

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