I’m not a hybrid, but a hummer!
Hum it to the tune, “O the oil sheiks they gots plenty” in B flat, (broke) O’ puss, #5
Ah, the cold shoulder,
The price of gas and oil,
Why from me you would recoil,
It should make you hot, not colder,
I don’t play the market,
And I don’t play around,
No other have I found,
Why am I the target?
You ran out of gas,
Why you’re blaming me,
I don’t drive for free,
Not my fault dear lass,
Now let us see,
I am always here for you,
Your loyal servant true ,
To my heart you have the key,
You turn my wheels you know,
You turn on my ignition,
Its’ always your decision,
To keep the gas tank low,
You took me from the stall,
You can’t deny me food,
I know I cost you more,
Being a thoroughbred and all,
Stop whining give me a drink,
Lead me to the trough,
I understand it’s tough,
But when me you got, what did you think?
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be a leader for once instead of a sheep for a change, start your own fashion. Oil Sheiks be damned.
Good write; I love Hummers!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Hummer-lovin' Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :D