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