Songtekst: Bert Ostyn (Absynthe Minded) - Old Black BMW (1)

We’re driving slowly
We’re rolling elegantly through

The French part of our country 
On and over the hills

My little sister next to me
Playing with a rubber band 
Killing time with nothing on her hands 
What could be her secret

I am the child
Moaning inpatiently in the back 
With a big mouth and way to loud 
Asking are we there yet? 
I’m so impatient
My mother puts a record on 
Django and the hot club de France 
Featuring Stephane Grapelli 

The old black bmw
Filling up with gypsy swing 
I have to say it broke my heart 
When I heard the master play

And I don’t understand
How they can play so fast and light 
But it gets me and I’m quiet now 
Sweet life continues in the breeze