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.