My little green Tercedes, A dependable sort of car
Not a glow to look at, but boy has she taken me far!
My little green Tercedes, her surname; Toyota Tercel
Three hundred thousand klicks upon her, there’s no use in trying to sell.
I’d never get rid of Tercedes; she’s my first and foremost auto,
The chance that I came upon her, were as slim as winning the lotto.
Some people call her a shitbox, you all know who you are!
One day you’ll be ruing my shitbox, cause damn; she’s a steadfast car.
The children love Tercedes; they think of her as some sort of toy
Although never riding inside her, simply seeing her small body brings joy!
She takes an hour to warm up, and still frosts in the climate of spring,
When taking the time to scrape her, I realize my love for the thing.
Sometimes when her engine gets going, she lets out an awful bawl
Its sound is relentlessly ruthless, and I think it’s at this point she will fall.
But no she keeps on trucking (no pun was intended with that)
And I realize the bawl that she lets out, is her- just wanting to chat!
Sometimes passer-by’s stare at my girl and make fun of her strident growl
I scream at them through her small window, ‘She scowls at you cause your fowl!’
She has traveled the roads of Alberta, more than a couple of times
Tercedes and I have been put in, some pretty precarious binds!
Tercedes tires are bare, and are balding…but as bold as bold can be
Although sometimes she is caught in big snowdrifts, she always in some way gets free.
Oh little pea green Tercedes, my memoirs of you are so vast
You were my first means of car transport, and probably will outlast my last!
Thanks for choosing me Tercedes, you will always be my first choice,
Thanks for dependability Tercedes, you give me reason to gaily rejoice!
Tercedes, you complete me.