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Show MY AUTO, 'TIS OF THEE (Swiped and Revised) My auto, 'Tis of thee, Short cut to-poverty Of thee I ch::nt; I blew a pile of dough On you two years ago. Now you refuse to go Or won't or can't. Through town and country side You were my joy and pride I felt quite gay; I loved thv gnudy hue, Thy nice while tires, so new, But now you're sick for true, In every way. To thee, old rattle box, Came many bumps and knocks; For thee I greiv Badly thy top frayed and worn, Quinsy has got thy horn, I do believe. Thy perfume swells the breeze tVhih good folks choke and wheeze As we pass by. I paid for thee a price, 'TwoulJ build a mansion twice, Now everybody's yelling "Ice!" I wonder why? Thy motor has the grip. Thy spark plug has the pip, And woe is thine. I, too, have suffered chills, Ague and kindred ills, Trying to pay my bills Since you were mine. Gone is my bank roll now, No more 'twould choke the cow, As once before. Yet if I had the yen, So help me, John, amen! I'd buy a car again And speed some more. ME. Pleasant Pyramid, |