I was washing antique cars
Working part-time for my dad after school
When I got the go-ahead
To pick a car and spin around the neighbourhood

It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar
It was a beautiful car

That was the night I heard of the fighting
And the murder of the schoolmaster's son
Last year I asked him who he was afraid of
And he answered "everyone"

But did I even flinch a wrist
Should I have tried to undo what had been done
Now, that's just the way its gotta be
I should never have to worry myself none

It was a baby blue fifty-two Roadstar
It was a beautiful car

It was a beautiful car
It was a beautiful car...