Old Oldsmobile

Number Three’s on the way
Just found out yesterday
Gonna be a long, hot summer
I’ll be big as a tree
But you’d never say that to me
You’re a good man and you know better
Take me out, babe
For a drive today
In our old Oldsmobile
I’ll slide over
Head on your shoulder
One hand on the wheel
Of our old Oldsmobile
I’ll get a lunch packed
You call your mom back
Could she keep the kids for an hour or two?
Could you have imagined this
That day of our first kiss?
Well I think I did and so did you
Take me out, babe
For a drive today
In our old Oldsmobile
Got nowhere to go
So we’ll just go real slow
With your one hand on the wheel
Of our old Oldsmobile
We were just kids, it seems
New, blue, and borrowed things
But we drove away that day
In this old Delta eighty-eight
And I said, Take me out, babe
For a drive today
In our old Oldsmobile
Let’s put the top down
Show off this white gown
And your left hand on the wheel
Of our old Oldsmobile
Old Oldsmobile
In our old Oldsmobile