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Show My Auto 'Tis of Thee MT AUTO, 'tis of thee. Short road to poverty. Of thee I chant. I blew a pile of dough On you three years ago. And now you refuse to go. Or won't or can't. Through town and countryside You were my Joy and pride, A happy day. 1 loved the gaudy hue. Thy nice white tires new. But now you're down and out for true, In every way. To thee, old rattle box Came many bumps and knocks. For the I grieve. Badly thy top la torn-Frayed torn-Frayed are the seats and worn: The whooping cough affect thy hot ii, I do believe. Thy perfume swell the breese. While good folk choke and aneese. As w pass by. I paid for thee a price, Twould buy a mansion twice. Now everybody' yelling "ice" I wonder why Thy motor haa the grip. Thy spark plug has the pip. And woe Is thine. L too, have suffered chills, Agus and kindred Ills. Endeavoring to pay my bills , Since thou were mine. fone Is my bankroll now,. No more 'twould choke a cow, , As one before. Yet. if l had the men. Ko help me John amen, I'd buy myself a car again. And speed some more. |