Well, I remember stalling out in the drivewayJust learning how to work a clutchAnd ease out on the gasIt wasn't much to talk aboutAll dented up and broken downBut I was still a wide-eyed boyJust proud of what I hadWhen I turned fourteenAnd daddy told meThat we could make it mineMe and him would make her shineThat good old 73Volkswagen BeetleThe one that me and my old manHad always dreamed about thereIn that passenger seatI can always seeI roll the windows downAnd dig a long way to the houseIs there no place that I'd rather beThan driving that 73Volkswagen BeetleThat Volkswagen Beetle, yeahYeah, a bunch of time and money spentAnd somehow we just never didFinish that old hot rod upWhile we had the chanceCause I moved out and life moved onNext thing I knew my dad had goneHome to be with JesusIt was hard to understandJust what the hours spent in that garageMean to meNow every Sunday chance I getI ride around and sing in that good old 73Volkswagen BeetleThe one that me and my old manHad always dreamed about thereIn that passenger seatI can always seeI roll the windows downAnd dig a long way to the houseCause there's no place that I'd rather beThan driving that 73Volkswagen BeetleThe one that me and my old manHad always dreamed about thereThat Volkswagen BeetleYeahNow I got myself a couple boys of my ownAnd I'll pass it downWe'll ride around the way we used to rollIn that good old 73Volkswagen BeetleThe one that me and my old manAlways dreamed about thereAnd that passenger seat, I can always seeI roll the windows down and jiggle all the way to the houseCause there's no place that I'd rather beThan driving that 73 Volkswagen BeetleThat Volkswagen BeetleOh, yeah, I am that Volkswagen Beetle