I Birthed a Bronco

Field trip to the junk yard to meet my unborn child 

And tow him home, to work on his miles

Build me a baby to be my heart, my first love

But before I conceive the engine, I'll paste on my gloves

I predict they will be on for a while no reason to take them off

I'm putting hard work on this, no reason it should be soft

After the necessary fuel pump, fuel injector, brake disc, brake pads

Strut, Rod, Distributer and a few chrome wheels to add

I'll fool around with the axle assembly, take a look at that starter

Tighten up those spark plugs and get that wire cover

Then I think I'll replace that speed sensor, gotta know how fast I'm going

Trade out that torque converter too, get that automatic flowing

Yes my baby will be something else

My most prized procession, kept from my shelf

I may just add some recreational 

Just to speed up the pace a little

Might get Sexy Baby to install an auto-start 

He's my best friend daily, so I'll trust him with my heart

I'll leave the flashy T.V's to the pretty boy stunners

Take that GPS instead, be unstoppable, road runner

And when all is said and done, I'll rest in the sunset

Curled up in my 1997 Bronco, reminiscing on the day we first met.