Sports Car - Judie Tzuke

There you are shining in leather and varnish

You think you’re a winner in the private stock

Your jewellery framed on white table cloth

Your boots match your hair your eyes match your socks

I bet you tell stories of wine loosened ladies

And friends of a friend that you used to know

Of course there’ve been losers but you’re nothing shady

And under your polish the engines don’t go

You drive in the main road

Not knowing you’ve gone too far

You carry no backload

And I bet you’ve got a Sports Car

Defending your lifestyle does nothing to sway me

Your arrogance bores me I know it’s not true

So don’t waste your time on me I’m just not there

And then I won’t waste my time on you

You drive in the main road

Not knowing you’ve gone too far

You carry no backload

And I bet you’ve got a Sports Car

Bet you tell stories of wine loosened ladies

And friends of a friend that you used to know

Of course there’ve been losers but you’re nothing shady

And under your polish the engines don’t go

You drive in the main road

Not knowing you’ve gone too far

You carry no backload

And I bet you’ve got a Sports Car

I bet you’ve got a Sports Car

I hear the words

I see the face

You’ve got the car

But lost the race

I bet you’ve got a Sports Car