Beautiful Car

I was washing antique cars

Working part-time for my dad after school

When I got the go-ahead

To pick a car and spin around the neighborhood

It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar

It was a beautiful car

That was the night I heard of the fighting

And the murder of the schoolmaster's son

Last year I asked him who he was afraid of

And he answered "everyone"

But did I even flinch a wrist

Should I have tried to undo what had been done

That's just the way it's gotta be

I should never have to worry myself none

It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar

It was a beautiful car

It was a beautiful car

It was a beautiful car