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Dear car repair man received your bill of Friday last
Need I say when I read the sum it really made me gasp

The price of parts and hoses made up less than half
While the labour that you charged me that really made me laugh

The sum in total tallies twice what the car is worth
Even when the makers first produced its birth

I took my car to you for a tune-up and that squeak
You looked at it kicked the tyres said I could have it in a week

Now that old car it bumped and groaned but it usually got me there
Though at times I called it nasty names and sometimes I would swear

I know the paint is chipped and cracked the upholstery ripped and torn
But the radio it works just fine and it has a special horn

The tyres hold the air okay and the smoke is not that dark
And it usually gives a little sigh when I put it into park

I'd be sad to see the old bomb go it's really been a mate
Its been around for so long now I can't recall its date

I know it's not a new car and it has served me well 
But rather than pay your outrageous bill
Why don't you drive it straight to hell

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