I've got an old V-8 from the year I was born
Don't look like much just a flat black Ford
The engine's clean, could paint it some day
But most of the time, I like it this way
Don't turn no head, don't catch no eye
Just a wind on the road gonna pass you by
Friday Flash 55 at the G-Man's
Mr. C's been on the road for the past week or so and this lyric has been in my head the whole time.