My Little Red Corvette

Sugar drops and colored gumballs, An open skyline, an open convertible, and a white ragtop! Black Perrelis, red caps, and spoked mag-frames, Pacific Coast Highway, and her stairway to heaven! A thousand charged horses on pure octane! My deliverance, black rock cod, and pink champagne! Her deliverance, Pacific Coast Highway, a stairway to heaven, and romance! A storybook weekend, and my little red Corvette! A white and pink plumeria flower, above the ear, and a few warm tears! Matchbox, Hot Wheels, tracks and tracks, and Dad's Road and Track! Boys and their silly toys, lost quarters, lost dimes, lost rhymes, and lost innocence! Those magnificent men in their flying machines! Liquid sunshine, Turtle Wax, Palmolive, and the softest hands! Kid's glove leather, hands on leather, and zero to sixty in three or more! Golden Gate Bridge lit at midnight, and Los Angeles rocking to soft jazz! My little red Corvette, and my Mother's good sense! An arching rainbow, a hidden valley, a tree house on Kauai! From Grand Canyon, to Waimea Canyon, to tea with Diane Canyon! Charley's Angels, Mae West, Some Like It Hot, from Twiggy to Marilyn Monroe! Hey Joe DiMaggio, hey Mickey Mantle, hey Smoking Joe! Pacific Coast Highway on any Sunday afternoon, and my choice of fresh fish! From pink champagne, to Zinfindel, On Her Majesty's Secret Service! Sean Connery at midnight, Mr. James Bond and a Russian scientist in love! My little red Corvette, Hans Christian Anderson, and A Christmas Carol!