Dear old Bess she’s made to rock
Done three times round the mileage clock
Squeals and grinding bouncing high
Turning around corners trying to fly.
Moving so slowly her body a state
Old and rusty with holes in her grate
Wheels all buckled trims all dirty
Passing a Ford whilst trying to be flirty.
Lights are dim bumpers all broken
Smoke pouring thickly pedestrians chokin’
Radio so old it gives you a blast
stations in Latin and memories past
Windows can’t open seats are a mess
Keep on rockin "my old darlin’ Bess.
Eventually she stops no will to live
Chugging and choking throttle I give
Old and tired she cannot go on
Engine going cold in the new light of dawn.
Taken to the scrap yard a cars resting place
Left in peace with etiquette and grace.
and when the time comes for you to be crushed
the machines will be gentle they won't be rushed.
The next time I meet you, you will be something new
a plate, a cup, or an ashtray coloured blue
but I know deep down it will be Bess
so beautifully crafted you won't be a mess.
The things you hold dear in life cannot last
everything deteriorates and always fast
but given care and love it can live long
be mighty in its stength and not go wrong.
Like dear old Bess in this story we are built to rock
if we are loved and taken care of around the clock
so look after one another make it last
because life around you dwindles all too fast.
The moral of this story is obviously clear
Hold on to something special that's loving and dear.
Not all in life is doom and gloom, can YOU remember your first car? how did you feel about it? what make was it? how long did you have it?
would love to hear from you. My first car was an Austin Allegro in the late eighties I loved that car to bits...