In Melbourne's bustling cityscape, where cars roam free,
A tale unfolds, a farewell to wheels with glee.
Cash for cars, a symphony in silver and chrome,
Melbourne's heartbeat, a melody to call our own.
Under the Southern Cross, where the city lights gleam,
A transaction unfolds, a parting, it may seem.
Metal steeds retire, their engines softly purr,
As hands exchange tokens, memories to transfer.
Through winding streets and avenues so wide,
Each vehicle tells stories of journeys far and wide.
From sunrise to sunset, under skies so blue,
Cash for cars, a chapter bids adieu.
The hum of the engines, a gentle lullaby,
As Melbourne echoes with every goodbye.
Cash for cars, a dance of metal and gold,
In the city's rhythm, a saga is told.
Farewell, dear wheels, with gratitude and grace,
In the heart of Melbourne, you find a new space.
Cash for cars, a chorus that softly sings,
As memories linger and freedom takes wings.