The Citroen Which Is Fit To Drop
(to the tune of The Surrey With The Fringe On Top)
Chicks and ducks and geese better listen
When I take a drive in my Citroen
When I take a drive in my Citroen
Which is fit to drop
Watch that engine, see how it stutters
Hear the exhaust pipe as it splutters
Nervous folks'll peer through their shutters
And beg me to stop
The wheels are wonky, the upholstery's worn
The dashboard's synthetic leather
With broken windows that are stuck wound down
You'd better pray for dry weather
Cracked old headlamps winking and blinking
Must be some new car, I'm a-thinkin'
Must be some new car I'm a-thinkin', that I can swap
For this tatty old grey Citroen which is fit to drop
Woke one morning, thought I was dreamin'
'Cause I had turned into a demon
'Cause I had turned into a demon
Which was quite a shock
Went to Spike - he thought it was funny
But agreed to help me for money
Soldiers chased us all over Sunny-
Dale - I ran amok
The Citroen just couldn't take the pace
Spike pushed it beyond endurance
When he crashed the car I just had to laugh
And then collect the insurance
Pile of cash, it really is sweet
Now I can buy myself a treat
Now I can buy myself a treat that I can swap
For my tatty old grey Citroen which was fit to drop
Now I'm sure the girls all adore me
When I'm drivin' round in my sporty
When I'm drivin' round in my sporty
Spanking new red car
See the paintjob, oh, it's so shiny
Can't believe this car is all mine, she
Is so cool - I'm the luckiest Limey
In this town by far
The chrome it gleams, the engine purrs
She really handles so smoothly
My two door tramp, I must confess
This sportscar, she did seduce me
Oh how I love to put the top down
Then go for a cruise all around town
Then go for a cruise all around town in this car I swapped
For my tatty old grey Citroen which was fit to drop
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