My Rusty Chevrolet

Dashing through the snow in my rusty Chevrolet
Down the road I go, sliding all the way.
I need new piston rings, I need some new snow tires;
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire.

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Rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away.
I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray.
The frame is bent, the heater went, the radio it's Ok.
Oh what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet.

I went to the IGA to get some Christmas cheer.
I just passed my left front tire and it's getting hard to steer.
Skidding down the road, spinning like a top.
I had to drag my Timberlands to get the car to stop.

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Bouncing through the snowdrifts in a big blue cloud of smoke.
People laugh as I drive by; I wonder what's the joke?
I got to get to town to pick up the lay-away
'Cause Santa Clause is coming soon in his big ol' rusty sleigh