There's Garlic In My Jalopy

There's garlic in my jalopy,
At least my friends say so.
How it ever got there
I'm sure I'll never know.

There's garlic in my jalopy,
Decades old I'd say.
I'm guessing, but that's how long
My friends have stayed away.

There's garlic in my jalopy,
I can't get rid of the smell.
I've tried but I can't find it,
Though others can always tell.

There's garlic in my jalopy,
It'll be there when I die.
I wish that I could smell it,
Trust me - I wouldn't lie.

There's garlic in my jalopy,
Will I ever find a friend
Who likes the smell of garlic,
Who'll ride with me to the end.

There's garlic in my jalopy,
Or is it all a dream ?
Let's take a spin around the block,
Then you may know what I mean.