What’s that roar
Rattling and rumbling?
Got no door but it doesn’t seem to matter
Duco’s scratched
Panels bent and dented
Can’t be matched
Those no frills, no brakes
Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars
What a sight,
Gurgling at sunrise
Packed so tight, chippers hanging out the windows.
Oily smoke,
No suspension
What a joke!
Those overheating, flat battery
Gut thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars
CHORUS
They’re looking like they’re living on borrowed time,
They sound just a little bit past their prime.
But a job needs doing and they’ll get it done,
Those bald-tyred, clapped out
Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars
What a ride!
Hasn’t got a muffler
Brakes applied
Doesn’t make a difference
Driver grins
Hasn’t got an idea ...
Bogged again!
In a flow-through, dust blown
Gut thrasher paddock-basher farm car
Got the scars
Battered round the edges
Poor old cars
Been put through the wringer
Driven through fences
Driven into ditches
Driven ‘til they die.
Those weather-beaten, rust-eaten
Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars