It’s always better than you remember.

When I was young I had a car

It didn’t cost too much

It didn’t have a speedo

It didn’t have a clutch

The doors, they wouldn’t open

And the roof was non existent

The wheels were always squeaking

And the noise was quite persistent

It didn’t have a gear stick

And the windscreen wasn’t there

This was my pride and joy, and so

I really didn’t care

The only thing that bugged me was

Should it begin to shower

I couldn’t get home quick

‘cause, it was only pedal power

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