Just a little fun with a memory...loosely based on my parent's second car.
UNMUFFLED When the seventies came call’n With the salesman done a brawl’n You can hear the car a roar’n When the pedal is a floor’n And my dad, he is a soar’n With a second hand not bor’n You can hear the car a roar’n When the pedal is a floor’n And the noise it is appall’n As he tries steep hill a soar’n You can hear the car a roar’n When the pedal is a floor’n Whilst my mother is a chor’n This attention is so foreign You can hear the car a roar’n When the pedal is a floor’n And the neighbors now are war’n As it sounds like someone snor’n You can hear the car a roar’n When the pedal is a floor’n 10/30/2019
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