Come and look at this old faded photograph.
Honey, tell me what It brings to mind.
It's a picture of that '57 Chevrolet.
I wish that we could ride it one more time.

If I had money tell you what I'd do
I'd go downtown and buy a Mercury or two
I’m crazy 'bout a Mercury, I'm crazy 'bout a Mercury
I'm gonna buy me a Mercury and cruise it up and down the road

Ooooo, just a big black set of wheels
Is what it takes to get me off
I'm gonna drive all night
Spin my wheels all night
It feels all right
It feels all right

The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision she dances across the porch
As the radio plays
Roy Orbison's singing for the lonely
Hey that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again

I've got a black book full of numbers
All the makings of a real hot summer
Radio cranked up a rockin'
Week's pay burning a hole in my pocket