I just write a little poem
Of landed chantey variety
To say hello, my car is fine
My bank account is overtaxed
My car runs smooth and I am pleased
So why oh why can’t we
Just catch a break
With cars that get repairs
Without the horn of plenty
Looking like my check account
And costing so much money?
I just miss a simpler car time
Of junkers bought with dry handshakes
To say hello, this car is mine!
My bank account still overtaxed
But with a clean new junker
So why oh why can’t we
Go back to crumbs
That go beneath the seats
And coins that fell from pockets
And a huge trunk for storage
Of stuff that never meant much?
So why oh why can’t we
Go back to Duke
And Bug Eye who could fix
With lick and spit and promise
And run a motor up loud
And tell those bullshit tales?
I just write a little poem
Of landed chantey variety
To say hello, my car is fine
My sailing o’er the tarmac
Is smooth and I am pleased