The road is gone.
I hope we don't crash and burn,
Which brings costly car repair,
Who knows when,
We went wrong,
Wrong enough to sink or swin.
It's my Chevy, not some other.

So on we go.
Your carfare we will return,
If we go flat with no spare,
Might get there,
Gas is low,
They may way outnumber me.
It's my Chevy, and none other,

If a lawman should call.
I'll lay on the gasses,
And we will depart,
With speed of utter madness,
Above all of the others.

It's a hard knock road,
With hazards on every turn.
So why go all the way there,
With no spare,
And the road,
Goes this way as I recall,
In my Chevy, Like none other.

Like no other,
It's my Chevy, not another...