The Car Was The One

In summer '63 I was staying alive

hanging at the races, hoping to drive

When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars

I couldn't get a pass so I went to the bar

I'm up in the corner nursing a beer

who should come laughing and joking in here

but Bobby Brown, the winner of the sports car race

with some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place

Bobby was a wild boy - one summer

he knocked down a motel wall with a hammer

He'd do anything - one night for a bet

he raced through the cornfields in a Corvette

I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that

with the beautiful girl and be king of the track

But the truth is when all was said and done

it was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one

It was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one

The car was the one

The car was the one