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