My Old Jalopy
There's no horn or radio
The heater and air is broke,
Paint faded with some chipping off
Been told it even has a bad choke.
Tire's are all worn even the donut tire
Around every corner they squeal,
Exhaust drags with some parts missing
There defently is no real car appeal.
The transmission slips in gear
No more is there get up and go,
I must leave early to get to work
For my old worn car goes so slow.
Wobble down to get to the store
Many people just stand and stare,
Others shake their heads and snicker
Wondering how i ever made it there.
There are no more payments on it
The insurance is cheap too,
I'll drive it until it fully quits
Then ill buy another one new.
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