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Donuts in the Parking LotAt the sound of the bell, we were bats outta hellLast day of school of my senior yearJumped in my big ol’ truck, shot some mailboxes upPaid a hobo to buy us some Lone Star beerCherry bombed the speaker at Arby’s drive-thruPeeled out around front and spun us a fewDonuts in the parking lothit the sign by the handicapped spotboy, they sure were sweetsizzlin’ in that summer heatyeah, donuts in the parking lotwell, squad car seventeen, stopped at Krispy Crèmecos the captain sent him on a pastry rungot a call that afternoon, ‘bout street preachers bein’ moonedand a truck fulla kids havin’ too much funwell, I lost that cop car after seven blockshe got a slow start cos he dropped his boxof Donuts in the parking lotjelly stains in the handicapped spotboy, they sure were sweetsizzlin’ in that summer heatyeah, donuts in the parking lotnow his captain didn’t careI drove off in my two-tonOr that I’d broken twenty lawsAnd that pavement was ruinedStill, that captain was a bearAnd he ripped that cop a new oneFor dropping all the bearclawsWhile tryin’ to catch me doin’Donuts in the parking lotDonuts in the parking lot…©2007 Robert George