Show me a house
With a yard full of rusty cars
And you'll know there'll be
A coffee perking on a rusty stove
And you walk right in
And sit down and feel right at home
In the kitchen of the house
Of man with a yard full of rusty cars
Show me a man
With a yard full of rusty cars
And you know he's got a fridge
Full of beer and it's nice and cold
Swing on the porch eating bolony and bread
And talk about getting old
Spitting in the dust with the man
With a yard full of rusty cars
Scratching the ears of the dog
Of the man with a yard full of rusty cars
Tell him I've been to Haiti
And he says well that's real nice
Hey Ma, this beer could sure
Use a little bit of ice
Now what was you saying
About going to Hatey's
Says the man with a yard
Full of rusty cars
My teeth gone bad says the man
With a yard full of rusty cars
Toilets on the blink
And heavy weights today can't hit
You know you remind me
A lot of my brother's youngest kid
Got killed in Korea
You play gin rummy says the man
With the yard full of rusty cars
Kick off your shoes on the couch
With the man with a yard full of rusty cars
Smoke us smokes
And flick the ashes on the floor
Well son everything here's been burned
Or broke at least once before
And he winks at his old lady
And she winks back at the man
With a yard full of rusty cars
Lord, said the man with the rusty cars
That woman's getting wide
So much for beauty son
Hand me that TV guide
Watching the flies in the kitchen
Of the man with a yard
Full of rusty cars
Hole in the screen door
Where the dogs crawl in and out
Careful of that soup son
It'll burn a hole in your mouth
Soup and life you gotta wait them out
Says the man with a yard
Full of rusty cars
Watch TV in the parlour of the man
With a yard full of rusty cars
Son you ever get to sleep
With any of them movie stars
I'd like to do that once before I die
But he's talking a little too loud
And his woman is smiling kind of proud
At the man with a yard full of rusty cars
Talking God and baseball with the man
With the yard full of rusty cars
Fall asleep right on the couch
There where you see it
And you know that his old woman
Ain't gonna mind a bit
Least wise she don't mention nothing
To that smiling smoking dirty joking
Lucky old man with the yard
Full of rusty cars