Harrison's Ford (
My ride broke down again yesterday
I guess until I can afford to have it fixed, I will thumb my way
I don't want to lose my job, so I can't miss work
Missing days upsets my boss, that's one of his quirks
If I make through Friday, I will pop a cork
I got a ride today in Harrison's Ford
Quite the ride, smells like used diapers
It began to rain, windshield blurry, no wipers
The seat was a park bench welded to the floor
All we're missing is feeding the Pigeons in Harrison's Ford
He talked non-stop about everything that wasn't important at all
He's a safe driver, so he pulled over to make a call
He started telling the person on the phone the same thing he just told me
Then he talked about his water on the knee
At guess getting to work is at his own accord
It is a torturous event riding in Harrison's Ford
This excursion caused me to be late
A journey of pleasure? This is a debate
I am going to leave before sunrise to ensure I won't be late
Walk the distance or use my pair of roller skate
Or cut across the lake on a boogie board
Whatever it takes to avoid a ride in Harrison's Ford
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
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