I have a little green car, bought in 1940,
It hasn't work for 40 years now, so I call it my sweet oldie
I have a little green car, bought at Steven's garage
And if I sell this little green car, I would be prospectively rich
I would die if I would lose my favourite oldie
I would cry if I would be alone
I don't know why it was built in 1940
but I'm sure, that someone threw a stone
My car was damaged and no one's cared about
But I'll find that guy and then he sure will die
I will see my car wins a couple of prices
I will flee from photos and magazines
I don't have the time to drive my little green car
I don't have the time right age by for