The Chauffeur's Pride

The millionaire's bark In rainstorms, wild Conquering the dark, Is the chauffeur's pride.. The ever so blistering white Black, grey or navy blues, Buttons sticking up till night With mirrors showing in his shoes.. Didnt he ever wonder? What is behind the wheels that blunder Random men, women in disguise Ignorance is the hunted prize. That bump on the mirage moulded outside Or ask the ones who had died Crashing before his deceiving brakes Later found in the lakes.