| Lately, my mind is driftin' back to former days that used to be
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| I think about some folks I knew and of my MGB GT
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| People, let me tell you that if I had to make a recipe
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| For fun in driving, I would have to spell it MGB GT
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| Cruising, choosing, using and amusing myself, not a care
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| Striving, thriving, hot rod driving, not arriving anywhere
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| Folks, this little car of mine was like a kitten purring throatily
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| Sometimes, it even seemed to soar into the heavens, my red MGB GT
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| Tooling, fueling my good feeling, schooling me in ways to go
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| Soaring, flooring it, adoring it, my little way to go
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| Folks, this little car of mine was like a kitten purring throatily
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| Sometimes, it even seemed to soar into the heavens, my red MGB GT
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| (But I)
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| I learned you have to lose some things
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| Before you treasure them, that’s how it goes
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| (And I)
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| I didn’t give time to my car
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| And lost my car to time, what did I know?
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| And so life carries on and lots of things are better now for me
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| And yet I think back on those golden times when I had my red MGB GT
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| (But I and I)
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| And so life carries on, and lots of things are better now for me
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| And yet I think back on those golden times when I had my red MGB GT
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| My B GT, my little red MG, my MGB GT, MGB, B GT |