Car Wash

Park your car on city streets –
There is no way around it.
If you’ve parked beneath a tree,
Then surely birds have found it.

If you have escaped the birds,
There’s soot and city dirt.
One glance at your once-shiny car
And oh, your heart will hurt.

So you head out to the car wash,
But, of this I have no doubt,
Before you give your car to them,
Please take your quarters out!

‘Cause even if you try to watch
Your car get soaked and shined,
The thought of being ripped off
Will be foremost on your mind.

The soap and brushes do their job;
The bird poop disappears.
You’ll swear the car looks better than
It’s looked in months or years.

You drive away so happy
Your car’s clean as it can be;
And there’s a spot just waiting for you –
Underneath a tree!