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.