Lemme tellya little story about a man named Bob
Poor auto tech barely had a job
When one day he was lookin at a girl
Up popped the question
And he married the gal
Two children and a mortgage that is.
Well the next thing you know
Old Bob’s at the dealer
Ogling up a Ford
A real tire squealer
He laid down the cash and picked up the key
Now it’s just his memory ’cause he sold the truck to me
40 years later that is.
No movie stars
Ya’ll come over and burn some rubber, ya hear?
(I wish I had a picture on my hard drive. If you want to see the red white and blue paint job I did on it with American flags, check out my facebook page.)