My Lemon Stella
She was called, Stella, my little yella lemon!
A Chevy Citation,you can only imagine my elation!
She started almost ever time I needed her too.
As long as the wires were crossed the fire flew!
No horn and a rattle in the end.
The hood was buckled with a slight bend.
You had to turn the car off, to turn her wipers on.
The bumper was duck taped and her muffler was wired on, its true!
It even quit more than a time or two!
She was a stick shift and got rubber in one gear, which made her hard to steer!
Drivin’ down the road she would sway to the radio’s greatest hits
Getting her grove on until a pot hole punched her dance ticket
and there we sit! Not to worry I cleaned her battery cable and post
once I got her to coast, the motor finally hit, her rods a
knockin’, and we were back on the road listening to our radio and a rockin
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