(Verse 1) She’s got a vintage charm and a satin dress, A silver-haired siren, a total success. She used to dance ‘til the break of the dawn, With a fire in her step that was never quite gone. But lately the rhythm has slowed to a crawl, She’s leaning a little too hard on the wall. (Chorus) Oh, her get-up-and-go has just got up and went, Like a letter that’s lost, or a dollar that’s spent. She’s still got the sparkle, she’s still got the heat, But the engine is stalling right under her feet. The motor is idling, the spark plug is dry, Her get-up-and-go waved a final goodbye. (Verse 2) She remembers the nights when the music was loud, When she was the queen of the thickest of crowds. She’d wink at the band with a look that could kill, Now she’s looking for comfort and sitting quite still. The engine room’s quiet, the pistons are cold, She’s a classic, it’s true, but she’s long lost her hold. (Bridge) She’s got the chassis, she’s got the style, She can still turn a head with a slow, knowing smile. But the fuel tank is empty, the gauge is on red, She’s dreaming of marathons tucked in her bed. (Chorus) Oh, her get-up-and-go has just got up and went, Like a letter that’s lost, or a dollar that’s spent. She’s still got the sparkle, she’s still got the heat, But the engine is stalling right under her feet. The motor is idling, the spark plug is dry, Her get-up-and-go waved a final goodbye. (Outro) Yeah, the lady’s still lovely, the lady’s still fine, But she’s retired the race, she’s crossed the finish line. No more burning the rubber, no more late-night drive, She’s just happy to be, well, (short pause) simply alive.
