Music by elton john Lyrics by bernie taupin Available on the album rare masters
I may not seem your ideal when you look into my eyes I don't smoke, I don't tell jokes, I'm not the custom made size But baby let me take you out on the highway for a while I'll show yow where the man in me is when he doesn't hide Well he's cruising in the fast lane, stuck behind the wheel Jekyll and hyde going on inside when I'm your automobile
Let me be your car for a while child Shift me into gear and I'll be there Fill me up with five star gasoline girl I'll be your car, I'll take you anywhere
Let me be your car, come on and drive me I'm a speedy little boy down deep inside I got bucket seats and two speed window cleaners Just let me be your car, oh come on and ride
I can't dance, I don't dig it, I can't see it at all You say I'm just a specimen, and baby I can crawl Well my physique don't look the way the physiques really should But then again I've got an engine underneath my hood
When I'm cutting up the road with a sports car on my tail Frankenstein's inside my mind, and the wind's inside my sails
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