This body creaks and groans
It’s certainly been abused
Many a sleepless weekend
Excessive drinking in my youth
Remnants of sciatica
A spine that\'s been attacked
Misaligned hips and shattered discs
That pop like bubble wrap
A cerebrum crinkled like a chestnut
Crammed with everything it\'s seen
This heart\'s become a derrick
Pumping oil and gasoline
Breath that billows black soot
Just like a steam train\'s song
Blackened lungs from inhaling
Metallic fumes all day long
Blood becoming dark and thick
Viscous like sump oil
Years of mechanical labour
Grinding work and toil
This body is resilient
Absorbing shock and stress
Clunking along on buckled wheels
While rusted gears still mesh
A digestive tract in disrepair
After years of processed foods
Now fed Guinness and wilted spinach
Barely loosening the noose
Failing organic parts
Replaced by titanium and plastic
A rusted machine idling
Still stubbornly automatic
This body always remembers
This body never forgets
Stumbling over awkward terrain
From one week to the next
This body perseveres
This body\'s all I\'ve got
A vintage Vitesse still rumbling
Despite many miles on the clock