Heaps Of Metal

21/01/1996 annA rydeR© Copyright Control
Piano (Gmish)

My car’s broken, my car’s bust
It’s a worthless pile of rust
Just when I need it, it lets me down
Now how’m I s’posed to get around?
I gotta borrow a motor and borrow some cash n’
Try to keep up with this car-world fashion
‘Cos in my life I gotta have some wheels
Without my car you don’t know how it feels

ALL MY LIFE ON THESE I’VE RELIED
HEAPS OF METAL WITH ENGINES INSIDE
OIL AND PETROL AND FUMES AND GLASS
CARS, CARS, THEY’RE CALLED CARS

My car’s old, my car’s a wreck
I wish it worked like something off Star Trek
But I pay out money for fuel and repairs
It makes me curse and it makes me swear
But sometimes I think my car is living
Born on a Friday, loving and giving
And I stroke its dashboard and speak so nice
I say please and thankyou twice

ALL MY LIFE …..
Yeh, yeh

My brakes failed on the motorway
I thought that I’d lived my last day
It swerved to the left and it swerved to the right
AA got me home that night
Well I got it fixed and paid good money
And after a while I even thought it was funny
Til one fine day it happened again
I tell ya this car’s driving me round the bend

ALL MY LIFE …..
Yeh, yeh

My car’s bust, my car’s broke
It’s a bad non-running joke
A heap of metal turning to scrap
But really I will love it
It’ll be mine to covet
Yes, I’ll love it when I get it back
I want my car back
On the tarmac
I want, I want my car

Recording: Track 7 Pockets on Fire and Track 7 annA rydeR’s Tour with Fairport Convention ‘99