Crazy ’Bout an Automobile (Every Woman I Know)

Lyrics

[Intro: Ry Cooder, Bobby King] Man, I'm gonna tell you my story Go on and tell about it, go on and tell about it more Just what I've been doing What you've been doing, Ry? Well, you know I used to be particular about the womens that I picked Uh huh Yeah, they used to be tender, lean and tall, that's all But the way things has been going, I'll take 'em knock-kneed and bow-legged What? I'll even take 'em bald! Ah no, man I'll tell you why Please, tell me why! [Chorus: Ry Cooder] Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile Every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels Hey-hey, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile Oh, every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels [Verse 1: Ry Cooder] Now look it here! They say, walking women home is a thing of the past Women wants to ride and ride around in class Some like Cadillacs, boys, some like Fords And some like anything as long as it rolls [Chorus: Ry Cooder] Crazy 'bout an automobile, alright And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels [Guitar Solo] [Chorus: Ry Cooder] Well, every woman I know is crazy 'bout an automobile Every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile And here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels [Verse 2: Ry Cooder] One more thing I wanna tell you Said, riding and loving just can't be beat You and your woman in your own front seat Now, she can play with your keys, shift your gears Turn on your radio just loud enough to hear Now, she can turn up your heat and flip on your fan And then you start rolling just as fast as you can [Chorus: Ry Cooder] Crazy 'bout an automobile, alright And just here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels Every woman I know, crazy 'bout an automobile Here I am standing with nothing but rubber heels [Outro: Ry Cooder] Man, when I get some money I just got to get me some kind of automobile You don't seem like the women in this town just don't pay no attention to ya 'less you're driving, man Hey, look at that big, fine Buick over there Oh, I like that one Hey now, looks like somebody left the keys in it Oh, let's take a ride Ooh, nothing but rubber heels