Chatty Chitty Bang Bang.

Driving along in my old jalopy.
Both of us old but both of us happy.
A kilometre takes about an hour to drive.
And when the old car moves it’s like it’s dancing a jive.
Shake shake rattle and roll.
For it the church bells should religiously toll.
Every night to it i say goodbye.
Never knowing when it might drive to the automobile heaven in the sky.
But until it does it I’ll drive.
Even though to my destination it takes hours to arrive.