To The Tune of Biddy Milligan, pride of the coombe I'm - a - Strappin fine Chrysler,I'm king of the road I'm the envy of all other cars I've driven through mountains,through valleys and fountains And parked up outside seedy Bars But My owners a nut case, he's gone in the head His hobby is collecting rare pythons But what i cannot see, and it mystifies me How this fruit loop first got a licence Chourus You may travel from North right down to the south From the east, right a-cross the west Of all the motor's you'd see Not one could beat me A 94 Chrysler LeBaron's the best Now me joints they are seizing, i'm starting to rust, My springs creak when carryin' a load But I'm not totally bet, Thats what to expect After 11 years on Florida's roads I've never been loved, polished or serviced Never had an appreciative rub Just smelly old feet, and him throwin up on my seat As i transport him home from the pub Chourus.... We'll i've now had enough, of this slackjawed dumbass I think I'll retire myself Pull out the plug, and leave him F**k off And spend the rest of my days on a shelf But wait now a minute, he's coming on out With his gun, going out on a spree Now won't this be nice, OH SWEET HOLY CHRIST He's pointing the barrell at me Chourus........... He's lifted my hood, where i'm not lookin too good He sending a classic to hang I go into a jigger as he pulls on the trigger, And then it's all done in a BANG Now I'm up in car heaven, and I'm lookin down On the planet where i met my fate I used to thing it was wonderfull, all that i wanted But from up here? Nah it's not all that great Soreee. The mind boggles sometimes. it really does
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