Eat My Dust, Punk

Eat My Dust, Punk By Elton Camp Gran had her kids raised and mortgage paid And so figured it was time that she played From the car dealer, she a bought a big V8 It had 400 horsepower and surely ran great If anybody happened to get in Gran’s way, Then there was gonna be the devil to pay If, on the Interstate, anyone attempted to pass, Gran stomped her foot firmly on the gas And when she was stopped at a traffic light Try to outrun her and you’d be in for a fight She jammed the accelerator to the floor And her big motor gave off a loud roar “Eat my Dust, Punk,” is what she yelled As drag racer, Gran couldn’t be excelled