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My Beat Up Ford(Can Beat Up Yours)Jeb pulled from Taco Castlewith a bag of bean cuisinehe heard a screech n bang, he was hit by a Fairlaneand spilled chili on his jeansit was driven by a grannyher ride had a busted grilltwo cushions 'neath her cheeks, so that old broad could seeabove her steering wheelJeb took hisself a minuteto inspect his Thunderbirdit already had that dent, the mirror was already bentand when he saw it wasn't hurthe joked "my beat up Ford can beat up yoursyou didn't even knock the pictureof J-Lo off my cracked dashboardyou couldn't touch me you couldn't budge meif you had it flooredI don't wanna be a poor sportbut my beat up Ford can beat up yours"well, a cop talked to that blue hairthen dismissed her from the scenehe said Jeb broke no law, then grinned when he sawthe brown stain on his jeansthen he leaned in the window'fore he sent Jeb on his wayand said at the fairgrounds just outside of townthere's a demo derby Saturdayhe said Jeb oughtta enterif he didn't win he'd come closethere was free first aid, and demo derbys are madefor drivers who like to boast"my beat up Ford can beat up yoursyou didn't even knock the pictureof J-Lo off my cracked dashboardyou couldn't touch me you couldn't budge meif you had it flooredI don't wanna be a poor sportbut my beat up Ford can beat up yours"twelve junkers in a circleall with their engines revvedafter ten minutes of dust, dropped mufflers and flyin' rustonly two cars were leftwell, Jeb's T-Bird stalled outwhen she hit him full speed aheadthat granny's Fairlane, sure put him to shameshe raised her helmet and said"my beat up Ford can beat up yoursyou didn't even knock the pictureof Gable off my cracked dashboardyou couldn't touch me you couldn't budge meif you had it flooredI don't wanna be a poor sportbut my beat up Ford can beat up yours"(c)2006 Robert George