Here's my transcription:


CHEVROLET CAR
Sam McGee, 1928.

I got in my car one Sunday morn.
I stepped on the starter and I blowed the horn.
I pulled down the spark and I give her the gas.
Said, look out boys and let me pass.
I love my baby but crazy 'bout my Chevrolet.

Now I give the Chevrolet a whole lot o' praise.
She burns up the gas without a blaze.
She will make thirty miles on a gallon of gas,
So the Chevrolet car is the best at last.
I love my baby but crazy 'bout my Chevrolet.

The Chevrolet car is all OK.
The Chevrolet car is taking the day.
When your hair turns gray and your head gets bald,
You will see the Chevrolet will beat them all.
I love my baby but crazy 'bout my Chevrolet.

The Chevrolet car she is so keen,
The prettiest little car that I ever did see.
She is worth her weight in silver or gold.
She's the best little car that's ever been sold.
I love my baby but crazy 'bout my Chevrolet.

If you want to win a sweetie, I will tell you what to do:
Just drive your Chevver down Fifth Avenue.
Well, the Chevrolet motor she is hung like a bee.
You can sell the other car but let my Chevver be.
I love my baby but crazy 'bout my Chevrolet.