My Vista Cruiser Station Wagon

Again on the side of the road with my head under the hood, A firm jiggle on the starter wire and start again she probably should. More than a month’s salary to get her fixed, I cannot afford to pay, So every time she conks out on me - the hood goes up before I’m on my way. The burn on the side of my hand is from touching the engine when still hot, After that rather painful lesson learned I can now reach in and touch it not. Beggars can’t be choosey so I still drive the old family clunker, Once I graduate and get a real job, I’m driving her into a bunker. A station wagon older than me is not conducive for getting a date; The rich kids on the other side of town use their Camaros as pretty girl bait. The electric window in the back of the car no longer goes up, it just stays down; The heater is broke so in the winter I drive a car full of snow all over the town. On days when jiggling doesn’t seem to work, I revert to using my thumb; Camaros pass by with pretty girls inside and I really feel kind’a dumb. It’s a character builder I tell myself since I really have no other choice, I jiggle again and beg her to start in my nicest and most sincere voice.