Need my Car Sparkling Clean,
Started Early – Age Thirteen.
My first One it was a Chevy,
Two Door Hardtop – Sleek and Heavy.
I recall those Different Times,
Gas not More than a Few Dimes.
Draggin’ Main – Ridin’ Slow,
Whether being Sun or Snow.
Music Blasting from my Dash,
No concerns about No Cash.
Life was Good – Drivin’ ‘Round,
Up one End – Back Downtown.
Summers best to Cruise our Town,
My Hardtop with Windows Down.
Wave to Friends and Other Guys,
Drive-In stop for Coke and Fries.
Independent and Alive,
When was Out and For a Drive.
Polished Wheels – Even Rust,
Peaceful Times seemed so Robust.
Now I’m topping Eighty Years,
Have clean Car not in Arrears.
Sometimes wash it Twice a Week,
Just might be a Clean Car Freak.
Dirt is Still my Enemy,
Try to Avoid whenever See.
Asphalt, Bugs, and even Birds,
Once on Car – Dirty Words.
Inside Crumbs or Spilled Milk Shake,
Just the Thought makes me Quake.
Mustard Stains they’re the Worst,
Combine Catchup and I’m Cursed.
Maybe I should Lighten Up,
Drinks spill out of Travel Cup.
Just Chill Out though often Mention,
Maybe need an Intervention?
