Riding with me was my friend Gene,

We went to North Jersey to check out the scene,

At the time we were riding in my ’77 Honda civic wagon,

It may not have been the greatest, but it was pretty clean…

On the way home it started to snow,

Now little Whonda Rhonda the Wonder Honda was a great car,

But, she left a great deal to be desired in the heat department,

With the snow, we had to have defrosters, as it did across the road blow,

I had to tape off with duct tape the floor heater vents,

Putting to a great degree into the heat a dent…

So Gene was bitchin’

“My feet are freezing” said he,

Frostbite I likely will have,

Told him to put his feet up on the dash,

Or would he rather keep getting out and scrape my windshield,

He bitched & whined so much I wanted to kick him out in an open field…

We finally got home; no frostbite did ensue,

But off the handle he did flew,

Next time you can walk,

Then he shut up; just stood around & did balk…