Tachycardia
Tacky-Car-Dear?
By Al:
Its running fast it cannot last its got me in a spin.
I think I'm in control you know but its looking rather
grim.
When I switch off it does not cough its temperament
is high.
I never know what makes it go in faith I must rely.
I have a way of cooling down to switch off so they
say.
I try to use less water each and every day.
I never let it over heat I must not let it boil.
I have a way of cooling down I use a little oil.
The seasons round I now have found its getting hard
to run.
The winter seems the worse to me it is no longer
fun.
I used to feel the wind pass by as I flew pass the
air.
But now I'm hardly moving I do feel in despair.
They say I'm looking older my shine is sort of dull.
I dress in all the latest kit but I've lost the power
to pull.
Each day that dawns I start again each day is something
new.
But by midday I have to say my stamina's all through.
The other day I couldn't go out the wind was rather
strong.
It always hits me in the front and takes my breath
away.
It helps to lean into the wind and hope it wont be
long.
But I have found I turn around and try another way.
I know I am a banger my mileage is quite high.
When I dress up and do my stuff I'm attractive to
the eye.
But time has passed me by you know its overtaking
me.
I know I'm rough but do my stuff within my ability.
The other day while on my way I hit a downhill run.
My memory brought back youthful thought of freedom
and of fun.
I slipped into a neutral gear enjoying everything.
And then guess what though not a lot' I began to
sing.
I don't go out at night you know my lights are a
little dim.
I get confused my way I loose its better I stay in.
In fog I have no chance at all the rain is just as
bad.
When I look out and glance about the others they
look sad.
I have a little problem' my engines running fast.
I never stray away from home I like to stay quite
near.
I know that I am not as strong my condition I have
grasped.
I know its name it will remain its Tacky-car-dear