Bench seats all leather bound
kept you all sliding around
great when you were trying to flirt
with your girl in her mini skirt

Drum brakes were all we had
for stopping they were pretty bad
as you'd need to be using both feet
if a wall you didn't want to greet

No SatNav or seat belt to be found
no radio or any other musical sound
there were things that really irked
like those heaters that never worked

A big Healey that once was mine
the XK Jag that looked so sublime
though getting in was a real art
and needing a handle just to start

The E-Type whose design just sings
even while rust attacks its wings
and those super stylish lines
just attract more speeding fines

How about a cute pre-war MG T
0 to 60, it could do, eventually
if down came our summer's rain
for the roof, it was home again

What about some others then
like Jaguar's luxury Mark Ten
a posh gentleman's club inside
named as it seemed ten feet wide

Kids today will never understand
an indicator was once your hand
and just to make a simple turn
made those arm muscles really burn