It's three long springtimes since he bought his car
The dealer who sold it said the car would go far
The finest to come from Japan's far shore
Now it is ready for the scrap heap

There's rust on the bonnet there's rust on the boot
There's rust on the panels and holes in the roof
The engine sounds like a horse with only one hoof
They've got their revenge for Hiroshima

Many parts have now vanished since that first test drive,
The gearbox it sounds like an angry beehive
The clutch it is lying on the southbound M5
Fond mem'ries of holidays in Paignton

Well the carburettor's bust and the oil it runs free
All over the place where the sump used to be
There's a pool of green water from the radiator
And the motorist goes wincing at Datsun

There's a long row of scrap heaps where trees used to grow
It's filled up with Hondas and Datsuns also
So if you want to buy a car remember poor Joe
The motorist who remembers his Datsun