Old Tyme TR3
To the tune of “Still Like that Old Time Rock and Roll”, as performed by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band
Parody lyrics by Bob Streepy
Just take those old wrenches off the shelf
I’ll sit and turn ‘em all by myself
Today’s cars don’t do nuthin’ for me
I’d rather drive my TR3
Don’t try to get me in a Subaru
I’d rather tune my leaky old SUs
In a while I’ll be turning 5gs
Still rather drive my TR3
Still like that old time TR3
That wide-mouth grille just does it for me
I reminisce about ‘63
Gettin' lucky in a TR3
Don’t wanna drive in no SUV
You'll never get me in an MGB
There’s only one way to get set me free
That’s bangin’ gears in myTR3
Call me a relic or an SOB
Say I’m old-fashioned; but don’t you diss my 3
Today’s cars don’t do nuthin’ for me
Not like that old fine TR3
Still like that old time TR3
That wide-mouth grille just does it for me
I reminisce about ‘63
And gettin’ laid in a TR3
To the tune of “Still Like that Old Time Rock and Roll”, as performed by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band
Parody lyrics by Bob Streepy
Just take those old wrenches off the shelf
I’ll sit and turn ‘em all by myself
Today’s cars don’t do nuthin’ for me
I’d rather drive my TR3
Don’t try to get me in a Subaru
I’d rather tune my leaky old SUs
In a while I’ll be turning 5gs
Still rather drive my TR3
Still like that old time TR3
That wide-mouth grille just does it for me
I reminisce about ‘63
Gettin' lucky in a TR3
Don’t wanna drive in no SUV
You'll never get me in an MGB
There’s only one way to get set me free
That’s bangin’ gears in myTR3
Call me a relic or an SOB
Say I’m old-fashioned; but don’t you diss my 3
Today’s cars don’t do nuthin’ for me
Not like that old fine TR3
Still like that old time TR3
That wide-mouth grille just does it for me
I reminisce about ‘63
And gettin’ laid in a TR3
[Repeat chorus]
Land of the Rising Sun
To the Tune of “House of the Rising Sun", as performed by the Eric Burden & the Animals
Parody lyrics by Jim Aldridge
I bought a car in New Orleans
It’s called a TR3
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And one of them is me
My father got the trailer
He towed my old machine
It left a trail of oil and debris
All the way from Kankakee
Now, the only thing a TR guy needs
Is another pile of junk
And the only time that he is satisfied
Is when he’s broke or drunk
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Dump that 3, and get a 240Z
From the land of the Rising Sun
With one foot in the poorhouse
And the other foot in the grave
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
I found one on eBay
Flatbed, Parts & Money
To the Tune of “Lawyers, Guns and Money”, as performed by Warren Zevon
Parody lyrics by Mark Fisher
Well I broke down in a Spitfire, the way I always do,
But how was I to know
that the clutch would come unglued.
I was driving in my Spitfire, I took a little risk,
Send Flatbed, Parts & Money,
You know I’m really pissed. Ha!
But how was I to know
that the clutch would come unglued.
I was driving in my Spitfire, I took a little risk,
Send Flatbed, Parts & Money,
You know I’m really pissed. Ha!
An innocent bystander,
but somehow I got stuck,
Pushing it up an offramp…
Oh where’s that tow truck?
Well, where’s that tow truck….
Guess I’m outta luck.
Now I’m stranded just off Eight Mile,
I’m a desperate man,
Send flatbed, parts & money,
The oil has left the pan.
Send flatbed, parts & money
Send flatbed, parts & money
Send flatbed, parts & money.
Grindin’ Through the Gears
To the Tune of “Reeling In The Years,” as performed by Steely Dan
Parody lyrics by Bob Streepy
That British Leyland motor, I can feel it fadin’ fast
So I grab a quart of Castrol that I hope will make it last
Well, you wouldn’t even know a spanner if you held it in your hand
The things you think are simple I can’t understand
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin’ outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin' outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
I’ve been tellin' you you're a show car since I bought you in '81
In all the time I’ve owned you, I don’t know if you'll run
The VTR Convention didn’t turn out like you planned
The things that pass for Concours, I can’t understand
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin’ outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin' outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
I spent a lot of money and I spent a lot of time
The trip we made to Breckenridge is etched upon my mind
After all the times you've broken down, I’m a busted man
The parts I bought are useless I can’t understand
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin’ outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin' outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
To the Tune of “Reeling In The Years,” as performed by Steely Dan
Parody lyrics by Bob Streepy
That British Leyland motor, I can feel it fadin’ fast
So I grab a quart of Castrol that I hope will make it last
Well, you wouldn’t even know a spanner if you held it in your hand
The things you think are simple I can’t understand
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin’ outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin' outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
I’ve been tellin' you you're a show car since I bought you in '81
In all the time I’ve owned you, I don’t know if you'll run
The VTR Convention didn’t turn out like you planned
The things that pass for Concours, I can’t understand
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin’ outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin' outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
I spent a lot of money and I spent a lot of time
The trip we made to Breckenridge is etched upon my mind
After all the times you've broken down, I’m a busted man
The parts I bought are useless I can’t understand
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin’ outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
Are you grindin’ through the gears, droppin' outa overdrive
Are you tossin' down some beers, lookin' for some local dive
Push
To the tune of “Hush”, as performed by Deep Purple
Parody lyrics by Bob Streepy
Na na-na na na-na na na-na na
Na na-na na na-na na na-na na
I got a little British car, it’s on my mind
I got a little British car, it’s on my mind
No doubt about it, it looks so fine
It’s the worst car that I ever had
It’s the worst car that I ever had
Sometimes it’s gonna make me feel so bad
Na na-na na na-na na na-na na
Na na-na na na-na na na-na na
Push, Push
Push, Push
I thought I heard it trying to start now
Push, Push
My legs and back are startin' to ache now
Push, Push
Are you sure you released the emergency brake now
Push, Push
I need it running I’m not to blame now
(Shove, Shove)
I push it early in the morning
(Shove, Shove)
I push it late in the evening
(Shove, Shove)
Well, I want and need it
(Shove, Shove)
Oh, I gotta get ahead of it
She’s got a a tranny like quicksand
Only took one shift from my hand
To blow my clutch and I’m in so deep
That I can’t eat and I can’t sleep
Na na-na na na-na na na-na na
Na na-na na na-na na na-na na
Push, Push
I thought I heard it trying to start now
Push, Push
Pull the choke and cross your heart now
Push, Push
Thought I heard it trying to start now
Push, Push
If it doesn’t catch, I’ll sell it for parts now
(Shove, Shove)
I push it early in the morning
(Shove, Shove)I push it late in the evening
(Shove, Shove)
Well, I want and need it
(Shove, Shove)
Oh, I gotta get ahead of it
Na na-na na na-na na na-na na
Push!
While My TR Gently Leaks
To the tune of “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”, as performed by George Harrison
Parody lyrics by Bob Streepy
I look in the stall, see the fluids there seeping
While my TR gently leaks
I look at the floor, there’s a pool slowly creeping
As my TR gently leaks
I don’t know why I didn’t spread kitty litter
To soak up a quart or two
I don’t know why I am not bitter
I bought and paid for you.
I look at the floor and I notice it’s greasy
While my TR gently leaks
With every new mile, my stomach gets queasy
Still my TR gently leaks
Guitar solo
I didn’t know that your rings were all busted
Your valves were encrusted, too
I don’t know why the seller was trusted
And now I am busted, too
I look in the stall, see the fluids there seeping
While my TR gently leaks
Look at it all…….
Still my TR gently leaks
Solo out
