Little Red Chevette
Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 6:04 am
Little Red ChevetteJust got my license to drive, left to pick her up at fiveIn my new make out closet on wheelsSo stoked I could hardly steer, hoped to get a souvenirTo show my friends our night was realWith tapes of the Rolling Stones and a six of Rolling RockShe was putty in my hands when I rolled around the blockIn my little red ChevetteRusted like a salvage wreckBought it with a Taco bell checkSoon I’d be laughin’ n braggin’‘bout my little booty wagonCos she was a sure betIn my little red ChevetteWe saw Jaws 3D that night, then parked out by the lakesideAnd smooched in the sticky August heatI fumbled and felt a strap, somehow something’ came unsnappedAnd my souvenir fell between the seatsI was getting’ my kicks when someone kicked the parking brakeWe jumped free as all my dreams slid into the lakewith my little red ChevetteRusted like a salvage wreckBought it with a Taco bell checkIt’d be hard to start braggin’‘bout my little booty wagonCos that gal got all wetIn my little red ChevetteWell, I really took it hard, When they pulled out my poor carAnd cubed it at the wreckin’ yardYeah, I felt so blue n sad, All that wire, cushion n padsCrushed in the back of thatlittle red ChevetteRusted like a salvage wreckBought it with a Taco bell checkNobody believed my braggin’‘bout my little booty wagonWith her lacy PlaytexIn my little red Chevette©2007 Robert George