I hate Morgan drivers
I hate Morgan drivers, who do they think they are?
They drive round with lots of badges on their silly little cars
I hate Morgan drivers, they really make me frown.
They should fall into their inspection pits, swim a bit, then drown
I hate Morgan drivers, they are an eccentric horde
With their old-fashioned wooden cars, mostly powered by Ford
I hate Morgan drivers, they worry every day
So use belts to hold their bonnets on, in case they're blown away
I hate Morgan drivers, with their sheepskins meant for flyers
Their obsession with noggins, grease guns, kingpins and tyres
I hate Morgan drivers, they complain about so very much
Miscellany, warranties, galvanising and the occasional dodgy clutch
I hate Morgan drivers, with there frames all stuck with glue
Impregnated with a sort of Cuprinol to keep resale value
I hate Morgan drivers, they never even drive that far
But always wash and polish their vehicles and remove little bits of tar
I hate Morgan drivers, they so love to flock together
And refuse to put their roofs up no matter what the weather
I hate Morgan drivers with their fear of paint chips by grit
They should use some of that plastic wrap and steady up a bit
I hate Morgan drivers with their cars that could be kits
With their rock hard Edwardian suspension shaking them to bits
I hate Morgan drivers, for them new tech is such a trial
They should embrace all that is new fangled, lighten up, and smile
But when it comes to Morgan drivers, the three-wheeler boys are the worst
They're always optimistic, not believing they are cursed
Chassis crack, bits fall off, Morgan quality is such a shame
The whir and screech of bevel box has addled their tiny brain
Whilst I hate Morgan drivers, to a person, they're both friendly and smart
And they're always very useful when you're car won't start
When you buy a Morgan, you get the most fun motor by far
People just keep smiling and waving at your car
I'll get my coat........
