Impala Lyrics

Still had that new car smell

When you drove us straight to hell

In a '64 Chevy Impala

You stole it from an Ed I know

You saw there and you told me so with your Spirit

Dangling out the window

Sitting in line at the Taco Bell

Just one short exit from hell

Sharing Gorditas and stories to tell

As you ask your magic mirror

Who's the fairest one you hear

Answers they're a reflection of you

Answers you don't want to hear like throwing every stitch my dear

Answers they're a reflection of you

You got that seven year itch in six months time

I remember church on Sunday I remember holding hands

Vilified for being in your thighs

Demonized by your demon eyes

Crocodile tears you cried for way too long my dear

It didn't take five minutes of time before you turned around and

Dropped the dime on me and another lifetime

As you ask your magic mirror

Who's the fairest one you hear

Answers they're a reflection of you

Answers you don't want to hear like throwing every stitch my dear

Answers they're a reflection of you

You got that seven year itch in six months time

I remember church on Sunday I remember holding hands

Dreamt I had a drink with Townes

He asked if you were still around

Jukebox played Send in the Clowns and you sat down

It takes a lot of nerve to sing when you've got a shiny brand new ring

Around the finger next to the one I loved so much

As you ask your magic mirror

Who's the fairest one you hear

Answers they're a reflection of you

Answers you don't want to hear like throwing every stitch my dear

Answers they're a reflection of you

You got that seven year itch in six months time

I remember church on Sunday I remember holding hands

Still had that new car smell

When you drove us straight to hell

In a '64 Chevy Impala