Little Fiat

Oh, the memories!

When I was little, my mom drove a string (two?) of tiny Polish Fiats 126p. They were like toys, I recall we had a beige one, and, I think a blue one. In winter, we brought the battery inside for the night, or the car wouldn't start in the morning. The door froze sometimes, or the keyhole. It was a four-seater in theory, though I pity the fools in the back seat. I remember my mom pumping the clutch (or was it gas?) to get it to start in cold weather. To keep it from being stolen, we had a locking metal rod connecting the gas pedal and the steering wheel. Our neighbors with two twin girls my age would pile into a yellow one, and drive to Bulgaria for vacations during summer.  GREAT times.

And here is a song for Bill. No mopey shit will do for this one.

Mama Cass has dropped some weight
and Charlie Parker’s clean
Django’s fingers have both gone straight
And they’ve got driving lessons for James Dean
Jimi’s playing faster
and sometimes we jam all day
And old Abe Lincoln is a happy boy
’cause he finally got to see the end of the play

It’s a great life here in heaven
It’s better than the Bible said
It’s a great life here in heaven
It’s a great life when you’re dead

There ain’t no egos anywhere
and no one talks show biz
And Gabriel, he’s got a great big smile
He’s taking lessons from Miles and Diz
Bing Crosby’s on the green in one
and he’s singing when he putts
And Elvis really likes to visit earth
just to drive you people nuts

It’s a great life here in heaven
It’s better than the Bible said
It’s a great life here in heaven
It’s a great life when you’re dead

And me, I couldn’t be happier
The service here is fine
They’ve got dinner ready at half-past nine
And I’m going steady with Patsy Cline
And just last night in a bar room
I bought Robert Johnson a beer
Yeah, I know, everybody’s always surprised to find him here

It’s a great life here in heaven
It’s better than the Bible said
It’s a great life here in heaven
It’s a great life when you’re dead