Well he finally got his freedom no naggin’ wife or boss around
And he’d a made it all the way to Dallas, if he hadn’t broken down
He just couldn’t fight the feelings that were burnin’ deep inside
So he told ‘em all to stuff it never thought he’d have to rough it
Then he opened his eyes...
He’s in his Mid-Life Chrysler, yeah he’s rarin’ to go
He’s been havin’ trouble gettin the spark, his battery is low
They’re both showin’ their milage,
Rust ‘round the fenders and doors
He’s in his Mid-Life Chrysler,
Ain’t this supposed to be a Porche
He tumbles from the back seat to start a brand new day
He keeps lookin’ in the rear view mirror adjustin’ his toupe
He just don’t understand it, it shouldn’t be this hard
He thought he be in hot tubs, with women given back rubs
Instead of this old car...
He’s in his Mid-Life Chrysler, yeah he’s rarin’ to go
He’s been havin’ trouble gettin the spark, his battery is low
They’re both showin’ their milage,
Rust ‘round the fenders and doors
He’s in his Mid-Life Chrysler,
Ain’t this supposed to be a Porche