I have a little green car, bought in 1940,
it hasn’t work for 40 years now, so i call it my sweet oldie
i have a little green car, bought at steven’s garage
and if i sell this little green car, i would be prospectively rich
i would die if i would lose my favourite oldie
i would cry if i would be alone
i don’t know why it was built in 1940
but i’m sure, that someone threw a stone
my car was damaged and no one’s cared about
but i’ll find that guy and then he sure will die
i will see my car wins a couple of prices
i will flee from photos and magazines
i don’t have the time to drive my little green car
i don’t have the time right age by for