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Happy Birthday to Me on Route 65
I’m doin’ 65 in my car
in life’s fast lane bound,
it feels like I’m speedin’
but I’m slowin’ down
My grindin’ gears drag,
odometer is off the chart,
the motor is still runnin’
but needs a kickstart
Lot less gas in the tank
and radiator is leakin’,
the old tyres are bald
and my chassis creakin’
Transmission slips a lot
yet in top gear really rips,
crankshaft still works
but only on short trips
Valves need replacin'
and gaskets hot cinders,
pistons are pumpin' still
but not on all cylinders
Temp gauge in the red
and oil light is flashin',
the rev counter is stuck
but still gets a thrashin'
The booty trunk is full
and my rear axle rides low,
I smell gas and smoke cos
my tailpipe does blow
The grille needs work
just as under the hood,
body showin’ its age
and brakes ain't good
The leather is all worn
and lost its smooth skin,
many years peeled away
the shiny chrome trim
But I'm still on the road
and mean to get my kicks,
God willin’ here I come
next year on Route 66
Written: January 2026
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