Man Maths Song Lyrics

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OK, just a bit of lighthearted fun.

We're all familiar with the use of Man Maths to justify (normally just to ourselves) expenditure on something automotive. This concept also appears in song lyrics from time to time, so the challenge is to list some of them.

My offering:

"I drive a Rolls-Royce, 'cause it's good for my voice" - Marc Bolan, in Children of the Revolution​

Next?
 
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.

The late great Janis Joplin.
 
Status Quo Paper Plane

Riding in a three grand Deutche car
A to B is often very far
Home is near, but such a long way
Legs and heads all feel the wrong way
Then I realised my Deutche car
Is only there to get me somewhere
Even so I really do care
Would you like to ride my Deutche car
 
Joe Walsh -life's been good

"My Maserati does 185. I lost my license so now I don't drive. I now have a limo ride in the back. I lock the doors in case I'm attacked"

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My (first) offering

Diamond dream,when the sun don't shine
I close my eyes to see
Twelve wild horses in silver chains
Calling out to me.

Chris Rea, about the Ferrari 365 GTB/4 (Daytona - in a song by the same name)
 
I've been driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care, give me some gas and the open air

It's a bit old but it's mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock
I dented somebody's fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha
 
Here's a Womans take on cars in songs. Not sure what it means, though.

Grace Jones.

Driving down those city streets
Waiting to get down
Wont you get your big machine
Somewhere in this town?

Now in the parking lot garage
I found a proper place
Just follow all the written rules
Youll fit into the space

Pull up to my bumper, baby
In your long black limousine
Pull up to my bumper, baby
And drive it in between

Pull up to it, dont drive through it
Back it up twice, now that fits nice

Operate around the clock
Slow it if you come in?
Ive got lots of space for everyone
One for you my friend?

My lines are short, Ill fix you up
So wont you please come on
Shiny sleek machine, you wheeled
Ive got to blow your horn
 
Ohh, you know you can't go on
Thinkin' nothing's wrong
(Who's gonna drive you home?)
Who's gonna drive you home
(Who's gonna drive you home?)
(Who's gonna drive you home?)
Tonight

The Cars - Drive
 
Brian Wilson [ BEACH BOYS] Classic.

Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down
But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town
When something comes up to me he don't even try
Cause if I had a set of wings man I know she could fly
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)

Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like (she's) it's standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored.
She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)

She's got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar
And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy

And comin' off the line when the light turns green
Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears

She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
 
"Trampled Underfoot"

Greased and slicked down fine, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]
I can't stop talkin' about...

Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Feather-light suspension, Koni's couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.
 
Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity running wild
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go


Chuck Berry - Riding Along In My Automobile
 
"Pink Cadillac" BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Honey, you may think I'm fooling, for the foolish things I do
You may wonder how come I love you, when you get on my nerves like you do
Well baby you know you bug me, there ain't no secret about that
But come on over here and hug me, hey baby I'll spill the facts
Well honey it ain't your money, cause baby I got plenty of that

I love you for your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, cruising down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in the backof your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac

Well now way back in the Bible, temptations always come along
There's always somebody tempting you, into doing something they know is wrong
Well they tempt you, man, with silver, and they tempt you, sir, with gold
And they tempt you with the pleasures, that flesh does surely hold
They say Eve tempted Adam with an apple, but man I ain't going for that

I know it was his pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, cruising down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in the backof your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac

I know some folks say, it's too big, it uses too much gas
Some folks say it's too old, and that it goes too fast
But my love is bigger than a Honda, it is bigger than a Subaru
Hey man there's only one thing, and one car that will do
Anyway we don't have to drive it, honey, we can park it out in back

And have a party in your pink Cadillac, crushed velvet seats
Riding in the back, cruising down the street
Waving to the girls, feeling out of sight
Spending all my money on a Saturday night
Honey I just wonder what you do there in the backof your pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac

Pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
Pink Cadillac, pink Cadillac
 
MUSTANG SALLY Wilson Pickett

Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all over the town now.
Oh! I guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground.

All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.

One of these early mornings, oh, you gonna be wiping your weeping eyes.
I bought you a brand new mustang 'bout nineteen sixty five
Now you come around signifying a woman, you don't wanna let me ride.
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all over the town now.
Oh! I guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground.

All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
 
From my youth, and not many would get this, but

Now Dinny O'Rafferty's motor car is the greatest I declare
It's made up of bits and pieces that he's picked up here and there
The engine must be ages old, but it's still got lots of power
With a gallon of stout in the petrol tank it does ninety miles an hour

Good auld Val! :)
 
Don't you give me no Buick
Son you must take my word
If there's a God in heaven
He's got a Silver Thunderbird
You can keep your Eldorados
And the foreign car's absurd
Me I wanna go down
In a Silver Thunderbird

Mark Cohn - Silver Thunderbird
 
Little Deuce Coupe -

"Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like (she's) it's standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored.
She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored"
 
A classic Queen song with dubious lyrics and melody and most other constructs that make a good song...

"Told my girl I just had to forget her..
Rather buy me a new carburettor
So she made tracks sayin' this is the end now,
Cars don't talk back they're just four wheeled friends now"

:crazy:
 

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