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ArtistWhat a tin can along the road in one's own time what's the quick tub banging and as you go rally The spring sun will make it excited Then the brakes will not work it to whine his warts in his rush and flowers stop to pick up It's it popaloora, a talking car Poppalooora, talking car Poppalooora, talking car It circulates around Finland Was a popaloora before just plain Until you met a robot strange who taught it, among other things, to talk about After all, it is not suitable for cars at all If I want to go even to dance It says "in parking lots I don't start lying" it turned its beak toward grandma's It wants a tractor for hay work to help It's the popaloora, a talking car ... Just a gentle hand wash i get it to agree It says "I won't go rusting" In the sidewalk the day it bakes For tags, exhaust fumes smell and the police it blame the driver but While the car is opposed to the official If you don't care about formula, rally And you don't set up a car year model Search popaloora already from the stable cheap car, but driving expensive But on the other hand, it's nice You can chat with a few cars And if not always getting there so that excitement for life It's the popaloora, a talking car ...
A vintage car with a two-tone orange and white exterior is parked on a gravel road, surrounded by blooming yellow daffodils and lush green grass in a scenic countryside setting.