Jeckle and Hyde Highway Patrol

It was an unexpected night time pleasure As I drove out of the mountains Suddenly there in the valley below Were the lights of Salt Lake City I was tearing down the mountain Returning to Seattle in my new Corvette That’s when I heard the siren A glance at the speedometer showed 85 That officer tore me a new one He was mad and he really put me down The way that he was talking I thought I was headed to the jailhouse He said, “It’s people like you that are at fault For giving sports car a bad name” Then, I couldn’t believe it After making me feel so ashamed He let me off with only a warning I spent that night in Salt Lake City Then got up early and on my way There just wasn’t hardly any traffic It was too early for the commuters Such light traffic, I guess I had a heavy foot As I was cruising my way out of the city For suddenly, there in my rear view mirror I could see the Flashing lights going around I thought to myself, Oh my God, not again As I got prepared for a chewing out But the office was smiling and quite polite Not like the one that stopped me yesterday He said son, you were speeding; going to fast I clocked you on the radar at 80 in a 55 zone Nice looking car by the way, What size engine is under that hood? I tried to tell him all about my Corvette Thinking that he would go light on me I even apologized for speeding and told him It certainly did regret having done it Still being so polite as he was from the start The office looked me in the eye and said Here’s your ticket son; 25 over the limit It’ll be expensive, expect a hell of a fine