Carl Johnson (29/03/1971 / St Helens, Merseyside)
Oh My Car
My car my car it will not go,
I think its time to part.
To chuck the signs that say on Tow,
And buy 1 that will start.
I turn the key yet there’s no life,
It really is a pain.
I need a car that has no strife,
This 1 drives me in sane.
I think I'll get a smallish 1,
The type that needs no wind.
So when the lights change i am Gone,
To leave the rest behind.
I like the type of car that’s fast,
The one's that race about.
So foot down yeah & don't come last,
Show them there’s no doubt.
Now safety is an issue here,
Don't drive when you feel low.
& stay away from dirty beer,
Or you’re life will be no more.
The piece of junk i own today,
Don't get me very far.
It only goes a little way,
then the taxi is my car.
I'll get it fixed and sell it on,
I don't care what i get.
Just so long as this is gone,
I'll sell with no regret.
I will make sure that my next car,
Is different than my last.
This one no doubt will get me far,
And dam sure will be fast.
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