MGB-GT

(Peter Tork)

        Lately my mind is drifting back
        To former days that used to be.
        I think about some folks I knew and of my MGB-GT.
        People let me tell you that if I had to make a recipe
        For fun in driving I would have to spell it MGB-GT.

        Cruising, using, choosing it,
           amusing myself without a care;
        Striving, thriving, hot-rod driving,
            not arriving anywhere.

        Folks, this little car of mine
           was like a kitten purring throatily.
        Sometimes it even seemed to soar
            into the heavens, my red MGB-GT.

        Tooling, fueling my good feeling,
            schooling me in ways to know
        Soaring, flooring it, adoring it,
            my little way to go.

        Folks, this little car of mine
           was like a kitten purring throatily.
        Sometimes it even seemed to soar
            into the heavens, my red MGB-GT.

        But I, I learned you have to lose some things
           before you treasure them,;that's how it goes.
        And I, I didn't give time to my car
            and lost my car to time; what did I know?

        And so life carries on,
        And lots of things are better now for me.
        And yet I think back on those golden times
        When I had my red MGB-GT.
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