He may not be a classic, but he's got a lot of style,
a little rough around the edges, but he'll go the extra mile.
Well, he's more meat and potatoes than champaigne and caviar.
He's a two lane backroad, not a four lane boulevard.

He's a little less than perfect in every single way.
Well he ain't no Mercedes, but he's a damn good Chevrolet.

He may not be a poet, but he's got a way without words
The little nothings that he whispers are the sweetest sounds I've heard
Well his rhyming ain't the reason that I love him like I do,
'cause his lips are made for kissin', not for spouting platitudes.

He's a little less than perfect in every single way,
Well, I know he ain't no Shakespeare but he sure knows what to say.

He's a little less than everything I've dreamed about, and more
he's my greasy-haired blue jean-wearing boy that I adore.
And there may be some flaws in his personality,
but it's those little imperfections that make him a masterpiece.

He's a little less than everything I've dreamed about, and more
he's my greasy-haired blue jean-wearing boy that I adore.
And there may be some flaws in his personality,
But it's those little imperfections that make him a masterpiece
He ain't no Greek statue, he is a man of flesh and bones
But I'd rather have a man with heart than one made out of stone
Well he knows just how to hold me whenever I'm in need
Well there's so much more to a man than just a fine physique

He's a little less than perfect in every single way,
Well, he ain't no Michaelango, but I sure love how he's made.

He may not be a classic, but he's got a lot of style,
a little rough around the edges, but he'll go the extra mile.
Well, he's more meat and potatoes than champaigne and caviar.
He's a two lane backroad, not a four lane boulevard.

He's a little less than perfect, in every single way.
Well he ain't no Mercedes, but he's a damn good Chevrolet.
He's a little less than perfect in every single way.
Well he ain't no Mercedes, but he's a damn good Chevrolet.