By: Piet Veerman

I keep on riding in my old and rusty car
It was build in sixty-four my jam jar
And I don`t care what people say or think about me
As long as they don`t try to bother me

  All the boring small-town gossip makes me mad
When I come to think about it I`m getting sad
They ought to find a way to live in peace , you see
Instead of all the envy constantly

  They`re afraid to show their feelings
They don`t know how to live
But remember what I`m saying
They got a lot to give
They got so much to give

  Isn`t there a way to do what you wanna do
Isn`t there a way to say what you wanna say
Couldn`t there be a way to change our world my friend
Well, I guess there`s not, so let
`s live till the end