Naked in a Vega Late Seventy Eight
way past curfew, gettin' late
fog on the windows, you can almost taste
prom dress crumpled up around her waist

    (D7-9) Little Red Vega you make me smile,
    (A7) radio's stuck, ain't got no dial,
    (D7-9) ain't got no speed, ain't got no style,
    (G7+) please just squeeze out another mile.

Alice Cooper concert, Nineteen Eighty
Lonestar beer, many bodies, weighty
the cop looked just like Warren Beatty
Saginaw and back, one dependable lady

On the edge with my Vega mid Eighty Two
Nobody knew what they were gonna do
Friday night, postpone with a mug of brew
Those years grew wings, they really flew

    Little Red Vega you make me smile,
    radio's stuck, ain't got no dial,
    ain't got no speed, ain't got no style,
    please just squeeze out another mile.

Workin' like a dog in Eighty Five
a wonder this Vega's still alive
a can of oil every day to help her thrive
kiss the ground every place that I arrive

Traded her away for pocket change
interior showing signs of mange
new owner drove away, it was all arranged
couldn't help feeling a little strange.

    Little Red Vega you make me smile,
    radio's stuck, ain't got no dial,
    ain't got no speed, ain't got no style,
    please just squeeze out another mile.

So many cars since, they come and go
Most are ok, some are so-so
You don't see many Vegas anymo'
Just an occasional flaming Pinto

In a field, kickin' up late summer dust
thinkin' about the two of us
I stumbled on a pile of orange rust
Little Red Vega joined the heavenly chorus