Brand New '64 Dodge - Greg Brown

Money comes out of Dad’s billfold

Hankies come out of Mom’s purse

The engine hardly makes a sound

Even when you put it in reverse

It’s got a push-button transmission, hardtop convertible, 4-door

It’s November of '63

And the brand new Dodge is a '64

And we’re rolling slow down Main Street —

The asphalt and gravel crunch

Church is finally over

And we’re going to have our Sunday lunch

And then I will play football

With my buddies down in park

Later I’ll dream about my girlfriend

As I lie alone in the dark

She’s got short red hair and blue eyes

And her swimsuit’s also blue

And her little brother is retarded

But Jesus loves him, too

And Jesus loves our president

Even though he is a Catholic

There’s a lot for a boy to think about

As he walks along the railroad tracks

And my sister won’t get carsick

'cause we’re going only half a mile

And the car still has that new car smell

And dad looks like he might smile

And the world is big and full of Autumn

And I’m hungry as can be

And we’re in our brand new '64 Dodge

November of '63