The Strat is flying low these days
Caught up in rusty, cracked malaise,
Stumbling blindly through a haze
And all the while I'm hoping,...
Hoping that the tires hold,
Looking past the carpet mold
Praying, "Please, I know its old,
But maybe it's a phase?"
Debit cards and dollar bills
Can cure the aches and fix the ills.
"Pay up Bub, for auto pills."
Alas, alack, oh heck.
"Here's the money, take it all
While you fix it I'll just crawl.
I should buy an auto pall!
Alas, alack, oh heck."