Parts in Your World

Tomorrow, I say goodbye to my faithful car of 14 years, a 2002 Honda Civic named Sylvie. It seems only fair to commemorate her quirky humor and adventurous spirit in song—her own special anthem. I bet you can sing along.

Parts in Your World

Look at this plate
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my transmission’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the car,
The car who has everything?
Look at this well
Treasures untold
How many scratches can one paint job hold?
Lookin’ around here you’d think
(Sure) she’s got everything

I’ve got small dents and sweat stains aplenty
I’ve got oil leaks and cracked glass galore
(You want manual parts?
I’ve got twenty)
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more

I want to be where the salvage yards are
I want to see
Want to see ‘em crushin’
Stackin’ the steel on that
(Whad’ya call it?) oh – press
Rollin’ your wheels you just work too hard
Blocks are required for sittin’, sunnin’
Shreddin’ your tires with the
(What’s that word again?) scrap

Up where they pile
Up where they smash
Up where they stay until they are trash
Careless and free
Wish I could be
Parts in that world

What would I give
If I could live
Outta these driveways?
What would I pay
To spend a day
Recycling?
Betcha as junk
They like your trunk
Bet they don’t fuss about the AC
So we lost keys?
Our exhaust pleads
Ready to rust

And ready to know what the pigeons know,
Ask ‘em my questions
And get some answers
What’s a Tesla, and why is it
(What’s the word?) green?

When’s it my scene?
Wouldn’t I love,
Love to explore that heap up above?
Out for a fee,
Wish I could be
Parts in that world.

RIP, Sylvie. 2002-2019