Hand made dreams of tin
Rubber tyres and strings
Push pull, push pull again
The tin-car dream, the boy art
Assembled from kitchen waste parts
That is their Kinder Surprise
Dreams risen out of metal demise
Recycled hope of ownership
Welcome to the African dealership
Rubber rims ride these pimps
Dreams that are bound only by imagination
Vehicles that defy social classifications
So the farmer's boy can ride a Mercedes
And the accountant's kid a Tata Truck
More tin bigger car, better use of mother's bucks
So when you see them with their first car
It is a dream that started in a land afar
Pushing pulling, pushing pulling again
Modify the dream, step up the design
One more milk tin and we will be pimping again.
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