| Oh let the racing cars |
| Play shooting stars an' break the record |
| An' watch the break-down man |
| Go fetch 'em out, the ditch again |
| In my convertible we take in nice and slow |
| And watch the world go by |
| We got the top down |
| In my convertible, life is wonderful |
| The sky is never dull |
| We got the top down |
| An' watch the limousine go sailing by |
| And make you dizzy |
| And in the posh hotel they smile and sip |
| Champaign as well |
| In my convertible it’s more than comfortable |
| And life is never dull |
| We got the top down |
| In my convertible there’s nothing comparable |
| The world is wonderful |
| We got the top down |
| And when the stars switch on |
| And the moon’s accelerating |
| We’re gonna light the fire |
| Where I can love you till the night time’s fading |
| And when the sun gets back up on its way |
| We’re gonna start out on a brand new day |
| And when the stars switch on |
| And the moon is sailing high |
| We’re gonna light the fire |
| Where I can love you till the night time dies |
| And when the sun gets back up on its way |
| We’re gonna start out on a brand new day |
| In my convertible life is wonderful |
| The sky is never dull |
| We got the top down |
| In my convertible it’s more than comfortable |
| Life is never dull |
| We got the top down |