The Smell of Gas - Lyrics - Danny Michel

Now I love the smell of gasoline And I love an older car So I never drove it fast And I never took it far And I just sit here in the front seat And stare at the stars I got it from this biker Who said you're gonna like her It'll stop on a dime It's got more chrome than a silver mine It never won't turn over You can sleep in it till you're sober And folks are always Giving you the right of way But the wheels skirts were missing The gas gauge wouldn't budge And the wipers just made it worse Am I cursed from above ? And the radio caught on fire And it tried the power seats And there's this overwhelming smell Of roses and bleach Now there's nothing I love more Than a slow and peaceful ride And I thought about all the people Who came to lay down here inside From the Mississippi chapel To the Meaford tabernacle I wondered where they lived And wondered how they died Now the lady said I was crazy The clerk said I was sick And the cop said it was just creepy That I had no respect So maybe we best retire Like all your sudden guests It's time I put you out to pasture And lay you to rest So I took his fifty dollars And I handed him the keys My stomach tied a knot As it squealed up the street Cause he drove it like a *** And I shouted him not so fast Cause I respect an older car And I love the smell of gas Cause I respect an older car And I love the smell of gas Cause I respect an older car And I love the smell of gas