Ode To The ‘Ol Beater Car
Tercedes, you complete me
My little green Tercedes, A dependable sort of car.
Not a lot to look at, but boy has she taken me far!
My little green Tercedes, her surname: Toyota Tercel
Three hundred thousand klicks upon her — there’s no use in trying to sell.
But, I’d never get rid of Tercedes; she’s a trustworthy sort of auto,
She was my first, the love of my life, and man she’s got some bravado.
Some people call her a shitbox, you all know who you are!
One day you will be envious, ‘cause damn; she’s a steadfast car.
She takes an hour to warm up, and still frosts in the climate of spring,
When taking the time to scrape her, I realize my love for the thing.
Sometimes as her engine gets going, she lets out an awful bawl,
The sound is relentlessly ruthless, and I worry it’s today she will fall.
But no she just keeps on trucking (no pun was intended with that)
And I realize the bawl that she lets out, is her — just wanting to chat!
Passersby often stare at my girl, making fun of her strident growl
I scream at them through her small…
