The people next door have brought a new car,

My dad says they are unreliable and will not get them far.

It’s black and it’s shiney and it’s parked in the street,

It’s got four doors, silver handles, I think it looks neat,

My dad says they are expensive, too expensive for us,

“Why buy a car when you can get the bus?”

I think it would be great to have our own car,

Transport on hand at any time where ever you are,

Wave to your friends when you drive past,

Speeding along and going really really fast,

Going out for a drive whenever you please,

To the country the seaside anywhere with ease.