Wheels Of Time

When I first came off the Assembly Line,
I was a 1957 CHEVROLET CORVETTE,
I may not be much to look at now,
But I've got a few good times left in me yet,
My duco is scratched and faded,
My upholstery cracked and torn,
My springs are shot; my battery is flat,
And the tread on my tyres is worn,
My muffler needs some putty,
My wheels vibrate when I go around bends,
My head gasket probably needs replacing,
And I'm having trouble with my front end.
Don't let your eyes deceive you though,
I really was once young and cute,
But the passage of time and the mileage of life,
Have transformed that CORVETTE into a FJ HOLDEN UTE!

My registration plates read; "B I T C H',
But I'm an honest reliable machine,
A safe, comfortable ride with plenty of room,
A dandy work horse, if you know what I mean.
I used to be serviced quite regularly,
And garaged out of the sun,
Only driven to church on Sundays,
But I missed out on most of the fun.
So I'd rather be a Jalopy with character,
And capable of carrying a load,
Than a showroom condition Sports Car,
That you are frightened to drive on the road.
Think of me when you're out there on the highways of life,
And an FJ Holden Ute passes you by,
Then decide if you'd prefer to have a good time,
Or just parked somewhere safely waiting to die.

Copyright; © Robyn Scott