Oilcooledengineville (A VW bus' version of Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville)

Covered in mud cake,
feelin’ my paint bake;
all of my engine is covered with oil.
Doin’ my road thing,
hearin’ my valves ping;
smell of exhaust leaking out the aluminum foil!

Rusted away again in Oilcooledengineville.

Looking for my lost Quaker State oil.

Some people say that there's a human to blame,

but I know,

it's nobody’s fault.

I don't have no reason,
I just roll for pleasin’;
nowhere to go but the same beach will do.
I feel it’s my duty,
to check out some booty;
how I’ll ever get some, hell, I haven't a clue!

Rusted away again in Oilcooledengineville.

Looking for my lost Quaker State oil.

Some people say that there's a human to blame,

now I think,
hell, it could be my fault.

I blew out a tire,
brakes are on fire;
cutting my losses and cruising back home.
But once I’m back at the condo,
I’ll mix a cocktail of bondo:
that magic concoction that helps me hang on!

Rusted away again in Oilcooledengineville.

Looking for my lost Quaker State oil.

Some people say that there's a human to blame,

but I know,

it's my own damn fault.

Yes, and some people claim that there's a human to blame,

and I know,

it's my own damn fault!

~Vintage van GO[gh]

(a.k.a ~gj duerrschmidt)

 

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