A TOUCH OF THE PAM AYRES

I love to go out in my car,

But now I don't drive quite as far,

As I used to do, when it was brand new,

But I love to go out in my car,
 
 

I love to go out in my car,

Though the brakes are a bit under par.

One sill's got the rot,

The engine's half shot.

I still love to go out in my car.
 
 

I love to go out in my car,

As I tell my friends at the bar,

Though I'll only drink Coke

Like my engine, I smoke.

Oh! I love to go out in my car.
 
 

I love to go out in my car.

I once visited Bath, with my Ma.

But our spirits were damped,

When our car got clamped,

While we had a swig at the spa.
 
 

I love to go out in my car.

I carry some oil in a jar,

For that back axle whine,

That I hear time to time,

When I'm driving about in my car.

I love to go out in my car.
 
 

The petrol I use is two star.

It pops and it pinks,

When it's spilt how it stinks.

But that's what I use in my car.
 
 

I love to go out in my car.

I thought I would try some five star.

Not a bang nor a peep,

But I fell fast asleep,

It's the last time I'll put that in my car.
 
 

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