Eat My Dust, Punk

Written by: Elton Camp

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