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Now, Willie was a Casanova way back in fifty-seven,
All the young girls thought that Willie dropped right out of heaven;
All up and down the west coast ol' Willie was hot stuff,
He stood as tall as ol' Elvis in that yellar' pick-up truck.
Now a man can drive a Rolls Royce or a custom Cadillac,
Have tailor-fittin' rags just a-clinging to his back;
But standin' next to Willie we're always out of luck,
The girls just wanted Willie and that yellar' pick-up truck.
He had a fur-covered steering wheel and a cab full of colored bulbs,
A red-blanket covered seat and an ashtray full of butts;
A glove compartment filled with chocolate bars and chewing gum,
In everybody's rainbow was a yellar' pick-up truck.
I guess all the Elvis music on that ol' truck radio,
Must have got to Willie and that young girl down the road;
Or maybe ol' Willie he just ran right out of luck,
From spendin' too much parking time with that yellar' pick-up truck.
Now, the ol' truck's gone forever, but ol' Willie is still around,
You can see him every weekend drivin' back and forth to town;
But now he drives a station wagon and it still ain't big enough,
To hold all his kids and memories from that yellar' pick-up truck.
He had a fur-covered steering wheel and a cab full of colored bulbs,
A red-blanket covered seat and an ashtray full of butts;
A glove compartment filled with chocolate bars and chewing gum,
In everybody's rainbow was a yellar' pick-up truck.
Yes, in everybody's rainbow was that yellar' pick-up truck.
