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Show .11 V .WTO, 'TIS OF TIIKE (Swiped and Revised) My nuto, 'tis or thee, Short cut to poverty Or thee I chant; I blew a pile of dough On you two years ago, Now you rofusu to go Or won't or enn't. Through town and countrysldo You wcro my Joy and prldo v 1 felt quite gay; t loved thy gaudy hue, Thy nice white tires, so now, Hut now you're sick for true, In ovcry way. To thee, old rattle box, Came many bumps and knocks; For theo I grelvc. Hadly thy top Is torn, Thy seatB are frayed and worn, Quinsy lias got thy horn, 1 do believe. Thy perfume swells tho breeze While good folks choku and wheczo As wo pass by. I paid for thee a price, Twould build a mansion twice, Now everybody's yelling "Ice!" 1 wonder why? Shy motor has thu yrlp, Thy spark plug has the pip, And woe Is thine. I, too, have sulTcrciJ chills, Ague and kindred ills, Trying to pay my bills Since you were mlno. Gone U my hank roll now, No more 'twould choke the cow. As once before. Yet, ir I had thd yen, So help mo, John, anion! I'd buy a ear again And speed Hoine more. |