Got this great big pile of tin.
Nobody knows what shape it's in.
Got four wheels and a running board.
It's a four door, it's a Ford.
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Honk, honk, rattle, rattle, rattle, crash, bang. bang.
Honk, honk, rattle, rattle, rattle, crash, bang. bang.
Honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, honk, beep, beep!
Thought I'd drive this heap to heaven.
Started out at half past seven.
Then I found it had no brakes.
Rolled right past those pearly gates.
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