(For : Nathan Kavasilas on his 18th Birthday [25-06-99])
When I first came off the Assembly Line,
I was a 1957 CHEVEROLET CORVETTE,
I may not be much to look at now,
But I’ve got a few good times left in me yet,
My duco is scratched and faded,
My upholstery cracked and torn,
My springs are shot … my battery is flat,
And the tread on my tyres is worn,
My muffler needs some putty,
My wheels vibrate when I go around bends,
My head gasket probably needs replacing,
And I’m having trouble with my front end.
Don’t let your eyes deceive you though,
I really was once young and cute,
But the passage of time and the mileage of life,
Have transformed that CORVETTE …
… into an FJ HOLDEN UTE!
My registration plates read; “B I T C H”,
But I’m an honest reliable machine,
A safe, comfortable ride … with plenty of room,
A dandy, work horse …
.. if you know what I mean?
I used to be serviced quite regularly,
And garaged out of the sun,
Only driven to church on Sundays,
But I missed out on most of the fun.
So I’d rather be a Jalopy with character,
And capable of carrying a load,
Than a showroom condition Sports Car,
That you’re frightened to drive on the road.
Think of me when you’re out there …
on the highways of life,
And an FJ Holden Ute passes you by,
Then decide if you’d prefer to be having a good time,
Or just parked somewhere safely waiting to die.