(Sung to the tune of Jingle Bells)
Dashing through the snow, In my rusty Chevrolet,
Down the road I go, Sliding all the way.
I need new piston rings, I need some new snow tires,
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire.
Oh, rust and smoke, heater's broke, the door just blew away,
I light a match to see the dash, and then I start to pray-ay.
The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay,
Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet.
I went to Fred Meyers, to get some Christmas cheer,
I just passed up my left front tire, and it's gettin' hard to steer.
Speeding down the highway, right past the county cops,
I have to drag my feet just to get the thing to stop.
Oh, rust and smoke, heater's broke, the door just blew away,
I light a match to see the dash, and then I start to pray-ay.
The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay,
Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet.
Bouncing through the snowdrifts in a big blue cloud of smoke,
People laugh as I drive by, I wonder what's the joke?
I have to get to Wal-Mart to pick up my layaway,
'Cause Santa's coming soon in his big old rusty sleigh.
Oh, rust and smoke, heater's broke, the door just blew away,
I light a match to see the dash, and then I start to pray-ay.
The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio's okay,
Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet. Hey!