The police witness in court had referred to it as "the alleged car" and the name had subsequently stuck. She was particularly fond of her alleged car for many reasons. If one of its doors, for instance, fell off, she could put it back on herself, which was more than you could say for a BMW.
Piece-of-shit car, I got a piece-of-shit car
The fucking pile of shit never gets me very far
My car's a big piece of shit cuz the shocks are fucking shot
And the seatbelt's fucking broken; I got to tie it in a knot (It's a piece of shit!)
I can't see through the windshield, cuz it's got a big fucking crack
And the interior smells real bad cuz my friend puked in the back (It's a piece of shit!)
—Adam Sandler, "Ode to My Car"
I like driving in my car.
It's not quite a Jaguar.
I bought it at Primose Hill.
STUPID CAR!
You never get me very far, when
You decide driving to the store is a mortal sin. PIECE OF CRAP!
I guess you want a piece of me,
Since you're leaving all your pieces in the middle of the street,
You HEAP OF JUNK!
I don't know what I'm gonna do;
I just hope that I don't have to take another day of driving YOU...!
Mark: How could you run out of gas? Andy: The gauge is busted. When I fill up, I zero out the trip odometer so I know how many miles before I need to fill up again. Mark: So what happened?
Andy: The trip odometer's busted too. Piece of garbage car.
Satan's on my engine, Beelzebub's in my trunk
Mephistopheles at the wheel because I'm too gosh darn drunk
Baal's my passenger and Lucifer's beside him
I got demons in the coolant, I got bats in the transmission
This Escort needs an exorcism, Pan is to blame
