Saturday, December 26, 2015

Saturday morning cool

I saw a slick rod that was makin' fat tracks
Souped up by eight ponies all wearin' hat racks
And a funny old geezer was flippin' his lid
He told 'em to make it and, man, like they did
They were outta the chute makin' time like a bat
Turnin' the quarter in eight seconds flat

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