Girls who love cars, really make my motor run!
I thought fast was cool, shiny and sleek were fun!
My world tipped over when Betty showed up without a fuss,
she was driving a smoking beater, a freaking Volkswagen bus!
I jumped in fast and never looked back,
My friends all thought I was on crack!
In the mountains we wandered back roads for days!
She drove while we sang Jimi's- Purple Haze!
Never will I buy a car shiny and new
I hunted and found my own old bus, a v w!
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