Everything a
By Ken Ainsworth
© 1981, Night Whale Productions
In 19 hundred and forty nine
Born to the Chrysler-Plymouth line
The post-war
To them she was just some number they give 'em
But to me she was just like heaven
She was everything a
I came upon her in fifty-six
A Special-Delux Flathead Six
Moon caps and carpet on the floor
She was destined for instant fame
The Green Hornet was her name
With twenty-seven cent gas, who could ask for more?
Bridge:
She had a radio in front and a speaker in the back
So that tunes could fill the air.
She didn't go too fast and she was lousy on gas
But really, I didn't care
I started driving her in sixty-seven
Let me tell you now, I was in heaven
She was everything a
She went with me on all my dates
Sometimes We'd stay out too late
But tired as I was, she'd always bring me Home
She was my one reliable friend
But all good things must come to an end
When Uncle Sam called, I had to leave her alone
Bridge 2:
I left her to a man who didn't understand
That he had to treat her right
Before I'd done my hitch she left him in the ditch
In the middle of the night
In nineteen hundred and seventy one
She passed away - her race was run
But she was everything a