A Life In Cars

My first car was a  '61 Cortina

I rolled it on Duck Farm Road

Stuck my head out the vertical window

And said “well I’ll be towed”

I’d learned to drive that summer

On a clapped out '65 Volvo 123

It lacked a fender and a wiper

And it didn’t have a battery

I’d have to park it on hills

And bump start it down the scree

It almost killed me doing that

When it pinned my arm to a tree

I didn’t get my license for years

You didn’t really have to in Quebec

I didn’t have insurance either

I was hopeless if there was a wreck

I graduated to real cars, Ladas, two

Some of the best cars I’ve called mine

They had wipers on the headlights

And a power takeoff to run a combine

I ended up owning Mazda 3s

I’m up to four so far, in a row

They keep getting broken

But it’s never my fault, you know

I love to drive but I’m dangerous

I take risks that most people don’t

If you ask me to drive your children

I’ll politely tell you I won’t

A lifetime of cars has left me

Wanting something quick and small

I wish they still made the old Mazda 3

It was my favourite car of all