Four-Wheeled Mistake

Verse 1:

My car's a wreck, it breaks every day

In every trip and every way

The engine knocks and the gearbox moans

It's older than ancient Roman stones

Verse 2:

The wipers don't wipe in the pouring rain

The brakes barely brake, causing me pain

The horn makes a sound like a cat in distress

I can't afford to fix this mess

Chorus:

This car is a curse, a four-wheeled mistake

It breaks down on me every turn that I take

It's a rolling disaster with rust on the wheels

And nobody knows how much pain that it feels

Verse 3:

I took it to the garage last week for repair

The mechanic just laughed and pulled out his hair

He said "This old banger should've been scrapped"

I'm stuck in this nightmare, completely entrapped

Chorus:

This car is a curse, a four-wheeled mistake

It breaks down on me every turn that I take

It's a rolling disaster with rust on the wheels

And nobody knows how much pain that it feels

Verse 4:

The doors all hang open, won't close up at all

The windscreen's all cracked and the fenders now fall

The electrics are shot and the battery's dead

I'm selling this heap to be crushed up instead