No Big Yellow Taxi

No big yellow taxi took my old man away
just a beat up rusty Chevrolet,
no Joni Mitchell music wafted by
I didn’t even feel the need to cry.
The only thing to follow was a mangy stray.
No big yellow taxi took my old man away.

He never really showed me if he cared,
it’s no surprise he left me running scared
but there he was, leaving in the rain
searching for his fistful of cocaine.
I would have liked to have my feelings spared
He never really showed me if he cared.

Our loving always seems to end in fights
and other not-so-wonderful delights.
There was a time when everything was fine
until he found that pristine powdered line
he’s sure to come home one of these cold nights
our loving always seem to end in fights