Black Beauty 3

She was long and black setting low to the ground, sparkling gold trim all the way around, a golden eagle laid proud on the hood, surrounding the breather where the carburetor stood

Her name was black beauty, fastest car around, T - Tops on the roof, with wide tires to the ground, many tried to tame her and to pass her by, but when that ole girl rumbled, oh how she could fly

It was on a Friday night, when we were cruising around, those main streets in our little town, when I ran into a brother, who had drank too much alone, I told him to get in and I would take him home,

Her name was black beauty, fastest car around, T- Tops on the roof, with wide tires to the ground, many tried to tame her and to pass her by, but when that ole girl rumbled, oh how she could fly

He started talking about just how fast she'd go, I'm not sure of her top end, but I know it won't be slow, so I opened up those carburators, just to let her sing, the noise from the engine really making his ears ring, those white lines coming faster, soon they looked like one, that's when his trilogy, broken voice begun

You know my brother, I'm not one to complain, but it comes a time for me to explain, that if you don't apply some breaks real soon, they gonna be picking us up with a stick and a spoon.