In 1967 I bought a Classic 1957 Chevy--green with LOTS of mechanical problems (unknown to me) for only $200 bucks! What a bargain??

My green Chevy;
the hood flew up, the trunk flipped, popped,
windshield wipers flipped, flopped, stopped—
on that ’57 Chevy.
The horn, it stuck, no lights, my luck,
My green Chevy;
the hood flew up, the trunk flipped, popped,
windshield wipers flipped, flopped, stopped—
on that ’57 Chevy.
Tires smooth hit ruts that pained my guts,
the horn, it stuck, no lights, my luck,
My green Chevy;
the hood flew up, the trunk flipped, popped,
windshield wipers flipped, flopped, stopped—
on that ’57 Chevy.
it roared when chained, it clanked, purged, puffed,
tires smooth hit ruts that pained my guts,
the horn, it stuck, no lights, my luck,
My green Chevy;
the hood flew up, the trunk flipped, popped,
windshield wipers flipped, flopped, stopped—
on that ’57 Chevy.
Air full of smoke, the windows broke,
it roared when chained, it clanked, purged, puffed,
tires smooth hit ruts that pained my guts,
the horn, it stuck, no lights, my luck,
My green Chevy;
the hood flew up, the trunk flipped, popped,
windshield wipers flipped, flopped, stopped—
on that ’57 Chevy.
The engine blew, transmission too,
air full of smoke, the windows broke,
it roared when chained, it clanked, purged, puffed,
tires smooth hit ruts that pained my guts,
the horn, it stuck, no lights, my luck,
My green Chevy;
the hood flew up, the trunk flipped, popped,
windshield wipers flipped, flopped, stopped—
on that ’57 Chevy . . .

they towed to the dump!