Gleaming paint work, shining chrome.
The pride and joy of the carport, my brand new home.
Neighbours admire me. They say I'm really "neat "
I'm the newest and best in our neighbourhood street.
I'm washed with love and polished with care.
I'm the family car that all can share.
Then time goes by and I fall from grace.
A newer model takes my place.
Now I 'm on a used car lot, my resale value falling .
My tyres get kicked, but my engine keeps on stalling.
My paint's gone to pot, my lights are dim and old.
So I've become a lemon and never will be sold.
I am used and forlorn, my upholstery is torn and no-one gives a care.
So I start to rust as any car must, when if it's left in the open air.
I re-call a time I was in my prime, the road was a trusted friend.
But that's all past. I 'm just metal and glass - a junk yard is where I'll end.
Verse and Power Point Show by Diane.