Here's another take on what I suppose is see as another suburban preoccupation:

I woke this morning and the sun was shining,
All along the road you could see them lining
With a bucket and a sponge, it was time to wash their car.
It's a heap of rust and a heap of trouble,
But you can dig my grave with a rusty shovel,
On the day that I go out and wash my car.

I washed my car on the day I bought her
I had a brand new girl and I went to court her,
Now it's our silver wedding, and I still ain't washed my car
It's a heap of rust and a heap of trouble,
But you can dig my grave with a rusty shovel,
On the day that I go out and wash my car.

"This neighbourhood was clean and solid,
But that car just makes it all so squalid,
On account if how he'll never wash thta car.
Now the street, is full of rogues and villains,
Desolation Row like Mr Dylan's,
But there's no one wants to take that dirty car."
"It's a heap of rust and a heap of trouble,
But you can dig my grave with a rusty shovel,
On the day that I go out and wash my car."

"It's a damned disgrace, it's a damned old ruin,
That car's the cause of our undoing,
Why don't that rascal go and wash his car".
"It's a heap of rust and a heap of trouble,
But you can dig my grave with a trusty shovel,
On the day that I go out and wash my car."

I'm a dreading the day it's rainy weather,
'Cos it's the mud that's holding the rust together,
And that's the reason I ain't gonna wash my car.
It's a heap of rust and a heap of trouble,
But you can dig my grave with a rusty shovel,
On the day that I go out and wash my car.