Sherkston
Mike was ridin' shotgun
I was sittin' on the hump
Ledford's got the steering wheel
There's the devil in our trunk
Drivin' up to Sherkston
For a day of sun an' fun
Doin' ninety miles an hour
That's how Jerry liked to 'run'
Headin' towards bikini beach
On a road called Thunder Bay
Flying by the local yuks
And laughin' all the way
Glove box stuffed with Genny Cream
Women filled our head
Passin' blind on narrow roads
Lucky we're not dead
Jerry pulls out left again
To pass this lumberin' truck
But there's a 'semi' comin' up ahead
I think we need some luck
Jerry's wearin' a devil grin
Gas pedal's on the floor
I'm just hangin' on for life
As we hear that big truck roar
In just a half a heartbeat
that Ford swerves to the right
Jerry's grinnin' ear to ear
Mike pees his pants from fright
Jerry dives from the high board
A graceful perfect swan
I meet these cool hot chicks 'bout then
While Mike puts clean shorts on
written 2018.10.31
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2018
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