The Old Chevy

It was a Chevelle SS 396
Boys and Hot cars what a mix
The girls thought I was nuts for sure
They just didn't see the allure!

What more could one ask at sweet sixteen
Than A hot teenaged guy, and a hot machine!
When we were there at the starting line
The attention of the guys was mine all mine

I had wrenches in my pocket and oil for blood
I knew my way around under the hood
We took them all on one at a time
Left them crying at the starting line

I raced that car all summer long
"Stand On It" was my favorite song
That was my best summer of all
Now even in my fifties I hear the call

The roar of the engines, the flash of the flag
Another car leaps, but loses the drag
I'l always remember his kiss on my lips
But treasure even more all those lovely pink slips!

In case anyone's in the dark we raced for registration pink slips, I'm not talking about ladies undies! Sadly on the first day of school, called by the siren song of young love I let bonehead drive my car to school, Yep he totaled it! I never forgave him.

Ok, let's see how about his excuse

"But Honey, it wasn't my fault!"