You don't have air conditioning,
You don't have cup holders,
I can't decide which of us is older.
You whir and you buzz and you screech,
You sputter and you shake,
I constantly feel that you're going to break.
You don't play music loud enough,
You don't have a CD player,
If you died on me I doubt if I would care.
You bottom out on any change of elevation,
You can't handle in snowy or icy conditions,
What am I going to do with you when I'm on a mission?
You're a 1989 Honda Prelude,
And in your day you were considered a sports car,
Now I'm just impressed if you can make it very far.
You've only been mine for 2 months,
But I can tell you're going to run forever, tride and true ,
Just because I want nothign more than to replace you.