’59 Pop

’59 Pop

Found it in a barn in Somerset,
Picked it up on the Internet,
I needed a car that wouldn’t stop,
But I got me battered – broken down fifty-nine Pop.

Tore off the brambles dug out the wheels,
Tractor drugged it out of the fields,
Wiped the window cleared the dust,
Not too shabby or too much rust.

Put it on the trailer a car from way back,
You could have any colour if it was black,
Got it in the Garage dropped the latch,
Gonna tear it right down – and build it up from scratch,

Cortina front, three-fifty pound shocks,
Five speed XR4 I box,
The V-6 engine cost a bit,
But I got the front seats from a Triumph Spit’,

Filled the beast with tuck and roll,
Vintage Speedo in the console,
Mercedes discs, big back wheels,
Widen those arches of Dagenham steel.

Now it stands on the driveway shining bright,
Tinted glass and new chrome lights,
It’s the drop-top, sock-hop cream of the crop,
My brand new custom – cherry ’59 Pop.

It’s a real head turner at the first attempt,
And baby it’s seatbelt – and tax exempt,
It’s a real head turner at the first attempt,
And baby it’s seatbelt – and tax exempt.

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