Range Rover Lament, or the Wallet-Drainer Tango
(sung to the tune of "I'm Lookin' Over A Four-Leaf Clover")

By A.J. Richer, Richard F. Joltes, and K.F. Leonard

I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

One wing mount's rotten, the other is gone,

The Gearbox is pieces all over the lawn.

The frame mounts from under my poor Range Rover are rotted and will hold no more.

So I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover that I overworked before! I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

His engine, it chatters, and really leaks oil, The coolant is missing, because it has boiled.

The tie rod remaining, is really straining, Can't hold him on the road no more.

So I'm working over, my poor Range Rover That I overworked before!

I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

The shakes and the shimmies, and lots of loud creakers

Can't be drowned out even with bigger speakahs

There's no bloody use in sound insulation Won't hear it over that loud roar.

So I'm workin' over, my poor Range Rover That I overworked before! I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

The wiring is burning, the tyres are flat, The tailpipe is dragging it looks like a rat!

The rust falling off of my poor Range Rover Is piling up outside my door!

So I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before! I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

His muffler is shattered, it really sounds bad. A new carburettor is not to be had.

The fuel system's leaking, the whole rig's creaking, Can't get 'er up the hill no more!

So i'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before! I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

The sunroof is leaking, the windows are too The inside is grungy and full of mildew The carpets are moldy, no golden oldie The seat cushions are no more!

So I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before!

I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

The windscreen is shattered, the wipers are gone, Both mirrors are hanging held by an old thong.

It's hot and it's dusty, the tailgate's rusty,

The mileage is really poor! So I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before!

I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before.

The chassis' a pretzel, it's twisted and torn

Tranny's wailing, ball bearings are worn.

When I crawl from under, I'm apt to chunder, My wallet can't take no more!

So I'm workin' over my poor Range Rover That I overworked before!

Copyright A.J. Richer ,K.F. Leonard and R.E. Joltes - 1999 From the OVLR Newsletter, February 1999