Somebody Stole My Car

Wed, 08 Feb 2006 16:59:54

Actually it’s *our* car and Dr. A drives it more than I do but I wanted to quote Ray Davies of the Kinks. (A fellow victim of crime in NOLA.)  Anyway Dr. A shook me awake early this morning to tell me that our car was gone. It was a nice car too: a VW Jetta wagon with a turbo motor. It was parked across the street last night and then it got filched swiped ripped-off; apparently criminality makes me slangy. I am a Cagney fan after all.

The Jetta appears to have been stolen by someone who knew what they were doing: there was no broken glass and the vaunted immoblizer alarm failed to immobilize the vee-hicle. Shee-it.

So Dr. A has made all the requisite calls: NOPD State Farm VW Credit and Enterprise.  I knew we were a bit too lucky post-K. Unfortunately the city *is* getting back to normal.

Interestingly the police detective told Dr. A that they’re starting to see more reports of stolen VWs. That means the thieves have caught up with the technology. I don’t think it was just kids who needed a ride back to the West Bank. I think it was a pro and we probably won’t see the Jetta again. It certainly does have one very distinctive bumpersticker for ID purposes: Birders Against Bush.

Anyway it’s time to quote at great length one of my favorite songwriters Ray Davies. The tune “Somebody Stole My Car” comes from the Kinks underrated and totally kick ass “Phobia” album. Take it away Ray:

That’s life in the big city. You beg for mercy but you got no pity
Low-life zero mentality vandalized victims of depravity fast food take-out mentality.
Where the dogs eat the dogs and the innocent bleed.
The city can’t cope and the cops don’t care. There’s fear in the streets. It’s a jungle out there
I don’t want it don’t want it. don’t want it don’t want it

Chorus:
Somebody stole my car. Somebody stole my automobile
They ripped off the radio and sold the wheels
And if it’s happened to you. Then you know how I feel
Somebody stole my car

Somebody stole my car. I left it parked outside of my home
It had a new A/C and a cellular phone and I’m as sick as a dog cos I’m still paying off the loan.
Somebody stole my car

That’s life in the metropolis. Living on credit and overdrawn interest
Craving commercialized commodities. Everything advertised stirring up greed
Everyday I wonder why. Everyday I can’t get away
The city’s in debt up past its ears. Yet we still borrow moreand pay it back next year.
Now I’m paying for a car that I no longer own and the next time anybody offers me a loan
I’ll say I don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it

Somebody stole my car. It’s just been cleaned and I’ve just had it taxed
It had brand-new stereo speakers in the back and I call up the cops with a panic attack
Somebody stole my car

Somebody stole my car. I bet they’re riding around and running red lights
Got chicks in the back and ballin’ all night
While I sit at home getting more uptight
Somebody stole my car

That life in the metropolis possessions mean nothing in a world like this
Some punks wanna ride and they see my car.
So they take it shake it burn it up and break it. Hey that’s my car

Somebody stole my car. Somebody stole my automobile
They ripped off the radio and sold the wheels
And if it’s happened to you then you know how I feel
Somebody stole my car

© Davray Music Ltd. 1991

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