DRIVING IN MY CAR
(Mike Barson)

Madness


I’ve been driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill from a bloke from Brazil
It was made in Fifty-Nine in a factory by the Tyne
It says Morris on the door, the G.P.O. owned it before
I drive in it for my job, the Governor calls me a slob
But I don’t really care, give me some gas and the open air

It’s a bit old but it’s mine, I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil, the rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went round the clock, I also had a little knock
I dented somebody’s fender, he learnt not to park on a bender, ha ha ha

I’ve been driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I drive up to Muswell Hill, I’ve even been to Selsey Bill
I drove along the A45, I had her up to 58
This copper stopped me the other day, you’re mistaken what could I say
The tyres were a little worn, they were o.k., I could have sworn
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far

I like driving in my car, it don’t look much but I’ve been far
I like driving in my car, even with a flat tyre
I like driving in my car, it’s not quite a Jaguar
I like driving in my car, I’m satisfied I’ve got this far