Get That Junker Out Of My Yard

Junkyard Man said a hundred I said great
I threw my brand new used car up on blocks in ‘88
I’d bought a ’67 Satellite that Fall
but I may not run Daytona after all
There’s a sleek machine under all that rust
but my sweet baby’s about to bust she says

Chorus

Get that Junker out of my yard
tow it or blow it up get it to start
get that Junker out of my yard
baby gets mad gets mean gets hard
she’s tearing up the house
for the wrecker man’s card
get that Junker out of my yard

I had the will but life got in the way
with the kids and the cares and the checkered flag
at the finish line of the working day
still in all it’s worked out pretty good
baby you like the wildflowers in the springtime
growing out ‘the hood don’t you?
Someday I’ll retire I’m gonna need a dream
but my sweet baby’s about to scream she says

Chorus

Bridge

Baby don’t be cruel
imagine it painted Petty blue
with that 426 Hemi hummin’ too
we’d be riding down the road
like the King would do
c’mon what do you say
she says I already told you

Get that Junker out of my yard
Twenty years of marriage what are you gonna do
Get that Junker out of my yard
Has me or that Plymouth been good to you
Get that Junker out of my yard
I gave you plenty of time I was always cool
Get that Junker out of my yard
We could grow a bigger garden or put in a pool

Get that Junker out of my yard

She says, “Honey, race your car to victory around the oval track
or tow it to the junkyard, crush it, pile it up in the stack
or strap on some rocket engines fly the damn thing to Oxnard
just get that Junker, I said get that Junker, I mean get that Junker out of my yard!”

© 2006 David Harris