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
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