Ole Truck
Author: Don Fraser


As it went by
It would always happen
Things would always fly
It seems that anything it would cart
That ole truck
Would fall apart
It looked like a piece of junk
It was all covered
With gunk
But it got the job done
Driving it
Was no fun
It was a flat bed
At least
That's what someone said
But to me it had a hump
It looked like some
Guys rump
That truck was so ugly
When the boss asked someone to drive it
The whole gang would say
No not me
It had a great big dent
The bumper was
Badly bent
It's wheels were dirty too
The whole truck was
Full of gue
It wouldn't make a hill
To get up it
The driver had to take a pill
Once it got up
The driver had to
Pee in a cup
The damn thing might not start again
It didn't always start
You never knew when
It had been in a hell of a wreck
When the drivers told the boss
He said
Oh what the heck
I will never drive that hunk
Because it is
A pile of junk.


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