Developed it while I was young – I don’t intend to quit.
It started with a Chevy – a traveled ’53,
I polished out the rusty spots – a sense of pride for me.
A 3-speed on the column – a gutless flat head 6,
propensity for using oil – a fact I could not fix.
I washed it almost every day – I liked to see it shine,
I relished when it looked its best – because it was all mine.
No matter what the model was – I washed them all the same,
If there is something wrong with me – I have no one to blame.
Sprinklers are my enemy along with food and such,
they used to drive me crazy but now they don’t so much.
Right here you see my current ride – I washed it just today.