Stood there in the car park down by our blocks
‘S an old abandoned old VW
– a Beatle, reg. o-two, metallic blue.
Its cracked-in windscreen’s been done in by rocks.
It was probably nicked, but no one’s seen;
The police and the council ain’t clocked it.
Its lights are hanging out, un-socketed;
The right passenger door’s been ripped off clean.
It’s so depressing, I can’t look no more,
The wing mirrors are dangling off of it;
There’s a massive big dent in the bonnet.
Why’s it parked outside my effing flat for?
The bloody thing’s just a bin full of shit.
If it ain’t gone soon I’ll have a right fit.