The car
Twenty-two feet long
Forest green
With chrome on it's peaks
Adding sparkle & gleam
Passed into my hands
For the princely sum
Of two hundred dollars
It was missing something though
So you'd know where it was coming from
Needed a face
A tiger's mouth
And eyes
Like from a fighter plane
So that's what it got
It could see where it flies
Super fast
Or super slow
It always was ready to go
Grinning it's frozen smile
Teeth white
Could be seen for a mile
Five hours forty minutes
Meant something then
A run from the capitol city
To a crumbling copper empire
A walk in the park
Didn't even perspire
Laying out on the hood
My friends and I
Watching drive-in movies
At the old M-78 Theatre
Smoking cigars
Crunching junk food
I thought I was king shit
It really put me in a mood
In Copper Harbor
It drove out in the woods
Down two tracks
It never really should
No unwanted excitement
Whatever was asked of it
Some things are just up to the task
Of whatever a 19 year old
Could throw at it
It had it's flaws
But they numbered few
And the day I had to let it go
It was in exchange
For that same two hundred dollars
May it bring them as much joy too
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