It was the most dilapidated Mustang that I've seen --
Multicolored, full of rust and bondo,
The first year of production -- nineteen sixty-five --
But you wouldn't want it parked outside your condo,
A mechanic who could bring it back to original condition
Would be known as, "The Sorcerer's Apprentice,"
Working on this rust-bucket -- an endless project --
Would thrill you like a trip to the dentist,
If Lee Iacocca were dead and gone
He'd roll over in his grave,
The father of the Mustang -- the first pony car --
Would rant a while, then he would rave,
There's a place where old sporty cars go to die --
It's called, "Spalding Auto Wrecking,"
They have as many hulks as Carter's got pills --
Even one-armed driver's knobs made for necking.
by D. Edgar Murray 05/05/2000.
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