I passed a junkyard yesterday, there I saw a Chevrolet, all busted up and rusted out and broken. A sudden tear ran down my face as I recall the warm embrace in the backseat of my 57 Chevy. Well I must have kissed a thousand lips, fondled near as many hips, and promised everything from love to money. To the nice boys and the goody goods and the ones who maybe sometimes would in the backseat of my 57 Chevy. Moonlight, stars bright, parked down by the levee, making love in the backseat of my 57 Chevy. In those days I was living high, kissed the boys and made them sigh, could I be with another one next evening. And nothing much set you apart till the night you broke my heart in the backseat of my 57 Chevy. Next day I sold my Chevrolet, I went walking on my way, yes walking down the road that grown ups go to. And though I found both love and joy, I wish I had my carefree boy in the backseat of my 57 Chevy. Moonlight, stars bright, parked down by the levee, making love in the backseat of my 57 Chevy. When I get through with you, your mama won't even know you, cause you in a heap of trouble boy.