Alan McNamee
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For five score years From Milan to Turin The model Torpedo The legend begins With an old faithful diesel And a cough of black smoke I drove through the snow Till my young heart was broke Like 2010 and many before Resolutions were made and then thrown to the floor But 2011 will not test my resolve For Alfa Romeo my problems will solve At this time of year its time to turn over A new kind of leaf a four leafed clover Like Ugo Sivocci in 1923 I feel lady luck is travelling with me Throttle wide open, exhaust pipes a screaming Sun shining through the paintwork a gleaming Starting from black on towards the redline The needle sprinting like there’s little time Punch down the clutch and shift up a gear We start over again without any fear Up to the redline we race once again Music to the ears of racing car men To join this elite To you I implore May I please have an Alfa Outside my front door I promise to mind you And drive you with glee To the hum of the engine Travelling will we If the snow falls again And the road freezes over We’ll peek out from the warmth Just me and my clover So out with the old and in with the new My faithful old banger a rest it is due Parked on the road, gone from the drive Waiting with arms open wide for Giulietta to arrive