I always treat her gently

When we're driving in my Bentley,             

I give her all the gears

I've learned to shift through vintage years.

We sometimes stop to grab a bite,

She reminds me then 'Drive on the right',

Driving in my Bentley

Sometimes puts her uptight.

Cruising Down the Open Road

We go from Town to Town,

When we see someone I know

I always run him down.

I show here I've got guts

When I'm winding out my Stuts,

I accelerate each mile

Until I get her 'slowdown smile.'

We sometimes go to drive-in shows,

I can show her how I feel,

She reminds me then, each now and again,

Keep you hands glued to that wheel.

Passing trucks and trolley cars

We go past fields of clover,

When I hear that siren sound

She reminds me to pull over.

She confessed to me 'I'm bored',

When we drove in my new Ford,

It seemed wed gone too far,

We'd grown too old for fancy cars.

I said 'Well that's all right My Love',

It was only her I was thinking of,

Now she reads each sign with care

As I steer my rocking chair.

We see the warning up ahead,

'One Way' she reads the sign,

I knew that it was meaningless,

I go one way at a time.

I used to treat her gently

When we're driving in my Bentley,

Id give her all the gears

I've learned to shift through vintage years.

We sometimes stop to grab a bite,

She reminds me then 'Drive on the right',

Driving in my Bentley

Used to put her uptight.