Driving my fancy automobile, <br />down a Nevada country road, <br />asking myself 'how do you feel' <br />running over a sleepy toad. <br />Shadows coming, soon it's dark, <br />I'm just an old fart from the caravan park. <br /> <br />Got the radio cranked up high, <br />desert wind in my wild looking hair, <br />now I wonder whether she'd cry <br />I really don't think that she could care. <br />When I left the mongrel did bark <br />I'm just an old fart from the caravan park. <br /> <br />Power's great in this old caddy, <br />top is down, beer on the seat, <br />she would call me 'sugardaddy' <br />when I kissed her sweaty feet. <br />Once as happy as a lark <br />I'm just an old fart from the caravan park. <br /> <br />Things deteriorated, sadly, <br />sex ain't what it used to be <br />and she took it rather badly <br />when I wanted to be free. <br />Called me then a friggin' shark <br />I'm just an old fart in a caravan park. <br /> <br />I am going west young man. <br />Destination big adventure <br />get a California tan <br />on the beach, take out the denture, <br />night cap is straight Cutty Sark <br />I'm just an old fart, left the caravan park. <br /> <br />Got to the beach, called Malibu. <br />Settled right near a stern looking sign, <br />lady comes out, saying 'How do you do', <br />would you come share some strawberry wine? <br />I look at her closely, the contrast is stark, <br />I'm just an old fart, left the caravan park. <br /> <br />So the beauty is ancient with plenty of gray, <br />but she serves with the wine a great raznichee. <br />In a while she leans over and asks me to stay, <br />'my man is away, with the boys in DC <br />he spends half the year, as a government narc'... <br />I was once an old fart in a caravan park. <br /> <br />For that lovely lady out west, named Gyps.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-fart/
