Summary: The night you twocced my heart I thought it was secured - Parked, locked and under lights Taxed, tested and insured The night you twocced my heart I left it parked in gear Downhill in the suburbs And dented in the rear The night you twocced my heart It had been cleaned – it’s just The exterior trim was shabby With a lot less chrome than rust. The night you twocced my heart. At forty it was shaking It backfired in the morning And had inconsistent braking. The night you twocced my heart You’d have spotted something wrong The carburettor floods If you choke it for too long The night you twocced my heart The heat blew hot – then cold The fan-belt started squeaking And an offside tyre was bald. The night you twocced my heart It veered slightly to the left Covered only by Third Party Immune to fire or theft. The night you twocced my heart It did have a full tank – A tiger’s tail and sticker Saying “Atomkraft – Nein Danke” The night you twocced my heart. It’s one of the older types Ready for a re-tune And white Go Faster stripes. The night you twocced my heart I thought you’d soon despair The clutch is always slipping And the body needs repair The night you twocced my heart. Why you took it is a mystery. It had several careless owners And no full service history. It isn’t a new model It doesn’t always start But it went from nought to sixty The night you twocced my heart.
