One morning while reading the papers, in search of a new set of wheels
The classifieds had a most curious ad in their listing for automobiles
I read with suspicious amusement, what seemed like a wild stroke of luck .....Corvette Stingray it read, low mileage the ad said, '65 model, $65 bucks.
Well I was used to my newspaper's typos, but I called up the number right away.
"What response have you had to your classified ad", she said "none, and you're my first call today"
I said "there's been a mistake in the paper; they printed your price wrong somehow" "Oh no", replied she, "they checked that with me",
" I said don't sell that car, I'm leaving now."
She lived in a part of the city, that folks like me only pass through
Doctors, bank presidents and lawyers are the residents and the houses are massive and new.
As I turned up her half mile long drive way, there in the heat of the day
In the bright sunlight gleamed the car of my dreams, just $65 dollars away.
The upholstery was done in white leather; it had a 487 v-8
It had chrome on the chrome on the fenders, and an aerodynamic design
I thought that this woman must be crazy, to be selling this car at that price.
But as she walked down the lane she seemed perfectly sane, she was charming and really quite nice
And she smiled with complete satisfaction, as she handed me the title and the keys.
I said I've just got to know why you've let this thing go, what's wrong with the car tell me please.
She said I'll be 60 next Thursday; I've lived here with my husband Earl all this time.
After 30 years wed, without a word said, he left me for a young teenage girl .
But he left his credit cards here on the table, I knew that he wouldn't get far
And last month from Florida he, sent a wire to me, said "I need money, dear, sell the Corvette!!! "