What It Was All About

In my Morris Minor

back in those early days

when the sun it shone forever

and we was free about our ways,

I´d drive it down to Cornwall

and I´d drive it to the coast

I´d drive it up to Scotland

but the drive I liked the most

was driving round the corner

to the cafe for tea and toast;

I used to clean the spark plugs

and then reset the gap

with my trusty feeler gauges

in me boiler suit and cap,

I´d change the points and bleed the clutch

I´d bleed the brakes an all

I´d change the filters drain the sump

and change the ***** oil,

then every Sunday morning

I´d clean it inside out

then take it for a nice long drive,

Cos that´s what it was all about.

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