Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this **** Mustang, even with it's big power,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead I'm the Star of the Action,
But I know I'm in trouble when that V8 gets traction,
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing,
I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining,
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, in that silly thing",
I scowled and revved and let out a sigh,
And did my trademark high-speed fly-by. StartFragment -->
Twas the night before last and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 without a cop in sight.
Guy looks over, giving nitrous a purge
As I'm paying no attention, fighting idle surge.
The light turns green, we took off with a riff
I heard a big pop, musta blow my center diff.
I take off slow, front tires just spinning
As I look up ahead the damn Stang is winning.
Bouncing off the limiter, with a pop and a rap
Grinding into 2nd, cause my tranny is crap.
Finally getting traction, and really starting to pull
Looking at my logger, as knock goes to full.
I hear a big bang, with a boom and a splatter
I pull my shit over, to see whats the matter.
Looking underneath, I see parts and oil
Cussing up a storm, as I come to a boil.
With a F#ck and a Sh#t and a screem and an eek
It's my 3rd damn motor that I blew this week.