Piece-of-shit car, I got a piece-of-shit car
The fucking pile of shit never gets me very far
My car's a big piece of shit cuz the shocks are fucking shot
And the seatbelt's fucking broken; I got to tie it in a knot (It's a piece of shit!)
I can't see through the windshield, cuz it's got a big fucking crack
And the interior smells real bad cuz my friend puked in the back (It's a piece of shit!)
It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do!
I can't take this kind of pressure
I must confess one more dusty road would be just a road too long
I like driving in my car.
It's not quite a Jaguar.
I bought it at Primose Hill.
From a bloke from Brazil.
You never get me very far, when
You decide driving to the store is a mortal sin.
PIECE OF CRAP!
I guess you want a piece of me,
Since you're leaving all your pieces in the middle of the street,
You HEAP OF JUNK!
I don't know what I'm gonna do;
I just hope that I don't have to take another day of driving YOU...!
Satan's on my engine, Beelzebub's in my trunk
Mephistopheles at the wheel because I'm too gosh darn drunk
Baal's my passenger and Lucifer's beside him
I got demons in the coolant, I got bats in the transmission
This Escort needs an exorcism, Pan is to blame
Got a car full of pain!
The police witness in court had referred to it as "the alleged car" and the name had subsequently stuck. She was particularly fond of her alleged car for many reasons. If one of its doors, for instance, fell off, she could put it back on herself, which was more than you could say for a BMW.
I'd rather be a bus wanker than drive that piece of yellow shit.
AILEEN (Brooke Alderson): "This is a Cadillac without doors!"
(Dennis Franz): "So what? It's a Cadillac."
Tracy: It's very... rustic.
: More rust than ic, I'm afraid.
"My old man's spare tires were actually only tires in the academic sense. They were round, they had once been made of rubber."
Mark: How could you run out of gas?
Andy: The gauge is busted. When I fill up, I zero out the trip odometer so I know how many miles before I need to fill up again.
Mark: So what happened?
: The trip odometer's busted too. Piece of garbage car.
You're going to blow a tire. It's a given. Any mechanical part that moves is going to break. U-joints, suspension parts, air conditioners — everything breaks. You start to wonder: Was it ever truly working? Is its natural state what we call "working," or perhaps was it always meant to be broken? It's downright goddamn philosophical. Wait, no — annoying. That's what it is.
The problem, as it turns out, is that a spring has busted on a switch (which is conveniently labeled. In Sharpie.) and it's stayed on. Which is, in many ways, the full establishment of the TARDIS - on the one hand, it is a magical box that can think and communicate with its inhabitants. On the other hand, it can accidentally have a spring get stuck and proceed to nearly explode. Which is, shall we say, a bit of a design flaw.
What do we like about this car?
The fact that it's so unreliable, it keeps you from driving too far. We think that's a good thing, and far too uncommon with today's cars. The MG encourages you to walk, and you won't waste gas either, because you're not going to take this car anywhere you don't positively, absolutely have to go. Who should buy an MG?
Anyone with a death wish and too much time on his hands.
Dr. Possible: "Ah, they don't make them like this anymore!"
"Not since the recall!"