Nuthin' Else To Do

It was a Tuesday night and dull boredom had set in ‘ thought I heard my ol’ car say: “Take us for a spin! Go pickup Bobby Mac and maybe Cindy too, ‘Cause it’s Tuesday night … and there’s nothin’ else to do”. Bobby Mac rode “shotgun” with Cindy in between While I gripped that steerin’ wheel, and drove through Abilene We stopped ’n got some soft drinks an’ an order of French fries Then off we sped again - crusin’ ‘neath those Texas skies Cindy’s eyes were sparklin’ when Bobby told a joke Once I had to stop the car, ( ‘cause I had spilt my Coke!) Then Bobby Mac, he asked me: “Just what can this car do … Can it reach a hundred … or maybe go on through?” I turned around and cruised on down to Ol’ Comanche Road. I was rev’in’ up my engine, while the dual exhausts bellowed I popped the clutch - tires protested with their clouds of smoke Horsepower erupted through every bore and stroke The needle on the dashboard gauge was approaching one-oh-oh And then I felt that right front tire when it decided to “let go” It happened in a heartbeat, but slow motions’ what I see For now I’ll relive that awful night for all eternity. And Cindy has no sparkle left within her big brown eyes And Bobby Mac’s no jokes to tell ‘neath those Texas skies While I sit here on this cloud with Bob and Cindy Lou … Now and forever more … they’ll be Nothin’ Else to Do. Don’t speed.