Ain’t she a dream,

In my jeans I may, well you know,

Yes, just for a lousy old car,

Cruisin’ along feelin’ up ta par…

Wish the car I had were painted red,

Just love that color, sort of gets in your head,

My old beast may be called a sled made of lead,

But when she runs she runs really nice,

Riding along in her makes me feel like I’m in bed…

Someday, who knows, I may own that car,

I don’t know that I would feel like a star,

But I would enjoy driving her without even one mar,

No dents, no dings, no scratches, just shiny paint,

If I actually did get one like it, I’d probably just faint…

© ed ~ 5/26/10