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I climbed
aboard my Chevy with my Baby by my side,
I started up the engine and I took her for a
ride,
We cruised the streets of Van Nuys; I was showing off
real proud,
My Chevy and my Baby, both were pleasing to the
crowd.
We
stopped to get a burger and a root beer and some
fries,
She told me that she loved me, as she looked into my
eyes,
I felt so very happy as she told me how she felt,
Another Baby 'captured' and a notch upon my
belt.
The
ladies were the reason that I cruised the
boulevard,
I wanted to be 'famous', and it wasn't very hard,
My Chevy and a 'Honey' were the things that made me
free,
Was all I ever wanted, and was all that I would
be.
Now, each
and every moment was a pleasure and a thrill,
But little did I know that it would soon be all
uphill,
For each and every 'Honey' understood what I was
like,
And soon, before I knew it, I was riding on a
bike.
The
ladies got together and decided it was time,
To teach this boy a lesson, (how I hate this lousy
rhyme!),
They found a way to separate me from my
Chevrolet,
They stole my car and blew it up, (so this is how I
pay!).
And now I
am so humble as I ride upon my bike,
I've always hated losers, now I know what it is
like,
No longer cruising Van Nuys, I am off to
Disneyland,
I'll have a talk with Mickey Mouse, and we will take
a 'stand'.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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