I watched them push it in the back yard, A year ago July No ones trimmed the grass since, now it's covered up the tyres Took out battery, drained the gas and left the yard But them wheels don't roll any more Them wheels don't roll any more After three hundred thousand miles the upholstery's looking sad, Who knows how many tyres but the last ones look pretty bad It's a shame the way the rust has eaten up the old floor boards, But them wheels don't roll any more Them wheels don't roll any more It's probably got a million stories but I dont care what they are I don't wanna know the history just love the lines of that old car The chrome, the glass, the steel and the locks on all four doors But them wheels don't roll any more Them wheels don't roll any more