When You Ride With Betty Ann, Close Your Eyes Poem by Richard Jarboe

When you ride with Betty Ann close your eyes,
Riding with Betty Ann better keep them closed,
Betty Ann doesn't drive; Betty Ann flies,
Crash dummy rolling down the road.

If your'e riding shotgun,
You better get high,
Riding with Betty Ann
Looks like you're going to die.

Betty Ann has a small car,
Made in Japan,
Swerving down the road,
Pray if you can.

I love my Betty Ann,
She's the apple of my eye,
I know my life's in jeopardy,
Spare me and don't ask me why.