Can’t leave you hanging like that…
There once was a blue Monte Carlo,
Odometer numbers they are low,
Dry barn where it slumbers
No rust, matching numbers,
To Ireland with this precious cargo
Said Irish to North Carolina
“Please send to me by ocean liner”
He wasn’t to know
That container ships go
Round the world and the Great Wall of China
The Monte dropped in a container,
And tied down with straps to restrain her,
Sailed past the titanic
Crew all in a panic
Storm Barra was trying to claim her
The ship had to put down its anchor
The waves by Antwerp nearly sank her
Went past an iceberg
On the way to Hamburg
The captain said that was a wanker
Next on the list Rotterdam,
To Belfast then Dublin and wham!
Touch tyres on tarmac
Through customs then back
Will it overheat in traffic jam?
I sit myself on the bench seat
Three fifty V8 hits the street
the grille looks brand new
Like in seventy two
Goddammit this car’s feckin’ sweet!