Bucket Seats in a Bucket of Rust

    Copyright Malcolm Dew-Jones.




I think it's plain for all to see
this car I have acquired
will never run for me
it's just a pile of junk
sitting in the yard
the neighbour's got a crow bar,
it wasn't hard to open up the trunk

just for fun we hook up a battery
the tube in the radio glows red
the speaker crackles forth, 
it's a golden oldie
an eery deja vu of an age long dead

    bucket seats in a bucket of rust
    the car is old it's got to go
    this project long since bust
    first love from long ago

replacement gasket still brand new
in its box with a tube of glue
all it needs is a sunny day
and a friend or two to say
why don't we give you a hand
all that we demand, is a ride 
to the drive in, in the back seat

I wonder when the accident happened
did it ever drive again
how many moon lit nights under the stars
how many years left in the rain

    bucket seats in a bucket of rust
    the car is old it's got to go
    this project long since bust
    first love from long ago

I run my hand across the seat
I wonder what it was like when it ran
wonder who got to drive
who got laid in the back
he runs his hand across her thigh
will she scream will she sigh
will she have a beer 
with the boys or get out and flee

I wonder when the accident happened
did they ever drive again
how many moon lit nights under the stars
did they never get to know again
how many years were they still friends

    bucket seats in a bucket of rust
    the car is old it's got to go
    this project long since bust
    first love from long ago