The Hooptie King
My Dad gave us a car that was
Clean, clean, clean
Yeah it was old but it drove
Like a Cadillac and had a shine like over pressed slacks
We always had wheels to go to and fro
Because the Hooptie King kept us out of the cold
Our cars weren’t new
But four wheels
Beat two shoes
We had a convertible, a Studebaker with
Continental doors
Moms drove a little white Ford Falcon
1964
Pops was a roadrunner and I guess
He figured we’d be one too
So he provided us with love, a house
And plenty transportation
To do what we had to do
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