In the back of a Pontiac J. Arnell
In a sixty-two Pontiac Bonneville
Two young lovers went ridin´ up the hill
They went hidin´ from the rest of the world
Same old story ´bout boy meets girl
She had found the one that she´d been dreamin´ of
They made love that night under stars above
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac
She got pregnant that night and first she cried
But Johnny kneeled and she became his bride
Then them nine months went by in a wink of an eye
And two weeks early they heard the first cry
They were speedin´ down the highway but too late
She gave birth to a baby girl who would not wait
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac
Solo
Well she grew up gracefully and in her teens
She was a full grown beauty by all means
Every weekend she borrowed the car
Loaded with friends they were ridin´ far
They were goin´ ´ round and makin´ some noise
She was just havin´ fun and kissin´ the boys
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac
Solo
On a Sunday mornin´ on their way back home
On a windin´ road came a Fleetwood Brougham
Way too fast around a bend
They screamed out loud as they saw the end
The radio was playin´ the Man in black
Then it all went quite there in the back
Of thePontiac
Well it all went so fast she felt no pain
As she died that night in the cold and drivin´ rain
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac
In the back of a Pontiac