(based on the song "Khe Sanh" words and music Don Walker, this version: words and music by Don Smallgoods)
I lost my Valiant Pacer to the habibs around Bankstown
My stereo amp and speakers now belong to the kebab man
I knew that shifty kid was from Turkey
When he asked me for a lift into the City
I should have left the prick at the taxi stand
Oh how I miss my 17" Mickey T's
There hasn't been a valiant like mine since 1973
We would drive all round Sydney Harbour
My machine was an old friend and shit I miss her
She was worked, and cost as much as a block of land
I cant look at another car from that time on
My life is all so empty, since I lost my chosen one
I hear carbies scream wide open
But my mind stays always closed
I cant even go down to the suburban drags
The canary stickers are bright yellow, on my little brothers mean machine
My mums corolla idles where my 365 Hemi once had been
Car parks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and my machine
So I track down Turks across the country from end to end
Tried to find a place with valiant parts, where my sick beast once had been
Spoke to some gooks in Cabramatta
Even asked some coppers when I could
But the memories nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the more for wear
And I've been back to Bankstown station
But the answer sure ain't there
But I'm drifting south, to check things out again
You know the last Pacer in Bankstown's almost gone
My beautiful machine, now driven by some guy from Lebanon
There ain't nothing like the kisses
That my car pulled from wog princesses
If I find him im gonna beat his skanky ass all night long
Well the last Valiant in Bankstown's almost gone
Yeah the last Valiant in Bankstown's almost gone
And it's really got me worried
My fluffy dice were oh so furry
And the last Valiant in Bankstown's almost gone.
