Can't Beat My Ol' Beater

My daddy handed down his light blue junker

The day I turned sixteen

It’s a gas guzzler and the blinkers haven’t worked

Since 1973

It ain’t got seatbelts, but it moves real slow

And last year someone stole the radio

Got a lot flaws with my rusty two-seater

Yet no other truck can beat my ol’ beater

Cuz I don’t need nothing fancy

And I don’t need nothing nice

Well that ol truck could run like new

If it hadn’t been totalled twice

Well I love everything about this old wreck

Even though it hardly turns or passes smog checks

Got a cracked mirror and a broke speed meter

Yet no other truck can beat my ol’ beater

Yeah nothing (nothing), nothing (nothing)

Can beat my old beater

Nothing (nothing), nothing (nothing)

Can beat my old beater

I went down to the dealership

Just to see what else they had

Then up walked a man with slicked back hair

Who said his name was Chat

He tried to sell me something with some new chrome wheels

And for the price he’s asking, he’s says it’s quite a steal

Got a rear camera and front seat heaters

Yet nothing the could sell me could beat my ol’ beater

No nothing (nothing), nothing (nothing)

Can beat my old beater

Nothing (nothing), nothing (nothing)

Can beat my old beater

nothing (nothing), nothing (nothing)

Can beat my old beater

nothing (nothing), nothing (nothing)

Can beat my old beater