Check all the tires, worn to the mark
Whoa now, the engine light on
The cab smells of **** or maybe a deed
That makes a ***** blush and grin
Papers are signed, now your's and not mine
Take a wild ride, on the road
When ya hit 65, rocky the ride
The tire in the rear, it explodes
The tow truck arrives
Thank god you're alive
Your passenger too, although shook
Vows you will make, thank god for the brakes
You'll never do that....again
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 8:01 AM UTC
Check all the tires, worn to the mark
Whoa now, the engine light on
The cab smells of **** or maybe a deed
That makes a ***** blush and grin
Papers are signed, now your's and not mine
Take a wild ride, on the road
When ya hit 65, rocky the ride
The tire in the rear, it explodes
The tow truck arrives
Thank god you're alive
Your passenger too, although shook
Vows you will make, thank god for the brakes
You'll never do that....again
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