Red Rocket
I’ll always remember my very first car
All gleaming in shiny red metal
It never broke down, going near, going far
The fire in my gut wouldn’t settle
Each morning I’d hop in that open top
Sometimes it seemed I could fly
No one could stop the cream of the crop
And sat in that car, that was I
The only speed I ever heeded was ‘Faster’
The only fuel she ever needed was me
For I had no clutch and no gearbox to master
I’d pedal like crazy, back when I was three.
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