Once a Merc was a perk,
now they’re common as muck,
on driveways they shine,
of those needing a tuck
Yes, those beautiful uglies,
who hide behind glasses,
with a private reg,
spelling out they’re real asses
Now a Jag is Real status,
stating I’ve got Big cash,
got it All in life,
including a flash rash
A BM with a soft top,
cap and joggers to match,
or suited, with an egg head,
that’s still yet to hatch
Range Rovers for the wannabes,
yummy mummies to boot,
who can’t work the alarm,
never mind drive the route
Top cars for the blind,
but for those who have seen,
look impressed, hide that laugh,
It’s another NOI3
