Clutch In,
Brake Down,
Key In,
Rotate Now.
Radio On,
Music Loud,
No Bass At All,
Oh Ain’t We Proud.
Shift To First,
Here We Go,
Come On Baby,
Let’s Hit The Road.
Honk, Beep,
Look Who’s Awing,
That’s Right Peeps,
50 Miles To The Gallon!
Left Turn,
Stop Light,
Rev It Up,
Make A Sight.
Pop The Clutch,
Squeal The Tires,
It Ain’t No Hemi,
But It Runs Wired.
That-A-Way Bud
Now We Are B.A.
Let’s Take You Home,
To Cruise Another Day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
is it red? or have flames down the sides? sounds like something very enjoyable :)