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!
Oh, 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- a y.The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay. Oh, what fun it is to
drive this rusty Chevrolet!
How many can read this without mentally singing it ... Yes I was singing this when I was reading it. Now the tune is in my head!!!! you can not read it without singing it.
I'm going to sing on Christmas with the feeling and the meaning :)