My Loverly MGB
by John H Thomas Jr

No bare breasted cutey
could ever match the beauty
of this classic, British Mystique
she’s a motorized marvel
an antique English belle
she’s autoerotic so to speak

(Chorus) And my anglophilic smile
gets wider by the mile
when I’m driving my loverly MGB

Well, she sets my heart on fire
‘Cause she’s been my one desire
Since I owned one back in seventy-one
With my hair blowin’ in the wind
Listening to Bobby Dylan
There’s no way to describe this kind of fun

(Chorus)

When I’m driving my MGB, nothing bothers me
Its paradise and nirvana all in one
I seem to lose the line
What’s the car’s and what is mine
But surely that’s the wonder, barring none

(Chorus)

Like a samurai and his sword
I’m complete when I’m aboard
And the windscreen is a window to my soul
When I’m in her glass and steel
Oh, the freedom that I feel
I wish that I could drive from pole to pole

(Chorus)

She’s got wings instead of fenders
And I love her warm and tender
Flying through the highways of my mind
I could fly her back to Britain
Just to visit would be fittin’
and see the land my grand dad left behind

And my anglophilic smile gets wider by the mile
when I’m driving my loverly MGB
When I’m flying my loverly MGB

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