Little Lion, Big Hill

[Verse 1]
Tiny teeth on the driveway
Paint chipped
But you still shine
Three cylinders saying “maybe”
Every time I turn the key
You decide
You cough and rattle like you’re laughing
Little badge with a foreign name
You’re late to every situation
But I love you just the same (hey!)
[Chorus]
Oh
My Peugeot 107
Little lion
Big heart
Exhaust singing sad love songs
Every time we start
You wheeze up every hillside
Like you’re climbing to heaven
But I’m riding till you give up
My Peugeot 107
[Verse 2]
That exhaust leak tells a story
Of cheap parts and stubborn pride
Smelling fumes at the red light
Windows cracked in the wintertime
You shake and shimmy on the motorway
Past sixty
You’re afraid of flight
But on back roads
You’re a fighter
French chaos done right (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Oh
My Peugeot 107
Little lion
Big heart
Exhaust singing sad love songs
Every time we start
You wheeze up every hillside
Like you’re climbing to heaven
But I’m riding till you give up
My Peugeot 107
[Bridge]
First gear screaming
“I can take it!”
Second gear saying
“are you sure?”
Hazards ready
Trucks are waiting
But we’re still aiming for the top of that curve
You’re rust and rattles and warning lights
But somehow you still feel like mine
If we roll back
We’ll roll back together
Laughing all the way in this tiny ride (woah)
[Chorus]
Oh
My Peugeot 107
Little lion
Big heart
Exhaust singing sad love songs
Every time we start
You wheeze up every hillside
But we still call it living
Yeah
I’ll drive you till the wheels fall
My Peugeot 107

rock, Crunchy pop-rock band feel, male vocals; bright overdriven guitars and tight drums, bass slightly pushed for a playful rumble. Verses sit mid-energy with palm-muted riffs and tambourine hits; chorus opens wide with layered gang vocals and open chords. Brief middle-8 drop to half-time drums and toms, then final chorus jumps up a key for a cheeky, triumphant finish., pop