Tommy drove a Plymouth, Jimmy had a Dodge
Harvey parked a GTO out in his Dad's garage
Jerry drove a pickup truck that kept Charlotte awake
And Paul had no insurance on his Chrysler Estate..

Helen's little Pinto struggled on each hill
Janet's station wagon carried her friend, Jill,
Bob drove to the city in that Olds that lurched
And Sundays I'd peel out by the Presbyterian church
At my Chevy, 57, preacher'd scream..

My Chevy, 57, was a dream..

All my friends thought they had the wheels to leave me in the weeds
But, always, mine would prove it had the power and the speeds
My Chevy, 57 blew hot steam..
(That Chevy, 57 was the cream)..

One day, by Bill's trailer park, near the thoroughfare,
Randy revved his Mercury up, I left him clear back, there
Charlie tried his Thunderbird, for his future wife
Freddie thought he drove hot stuff, but folded like a knife

John yelled out, let's battle, Ray came with his "vette"
Like Mavis they would wound up, just smellin' smoke, you bet
Linda held the money, handed it to me,
Cuz' my Chevy, 57 made 'em all just history..

Man, my Chevy, 57 had the steam
It could win out every drag race, no matter how they'd scheme
It was black and shiny, and I was just eighteen
When my Chevy, 57 was the cream
Yeah, my Chevy, 57 beat 'em clean..