Commie Cars
I agree with everything in this article except most of it. :D
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As the snow flies
At a used car lot on the edge of town
A liberal guy and a liberal gal
Buy a Yugo
And they drive with pride
Cause if there's one thing that this world needs
It's environmental friends who'll take the lead
In a Yugo
They say, "people don't you understand
Those suburbans are ruining the land"
But they'll wish they had a full size van one day
They point fingers at you and me
They say we're too blind to see
But do we simply use our heads
And choose another way?
As those small wheels turn
Fifty miles to the gallon
And their knees on their chest
They're gonna save enough gas
For all of the rest
In a Yugo
Then one day on the interstate
They suddenly lose control
They swerve to miss a baby duck
They're squashed beneath a produce truck
But they drove with pride...
And as the crowds drive past a little flat car
You know they saved a lot of gas
But they didn't get far
In a Yugo
And as they're trapped inside
At a used car lot on the other side of town
A liberal guy and a liberal gal
Buy a Yugo....
And they drive with pride...
I literally managed to lift the back end myself when looking at one and managed to bend the bumper. Fortunately I was able to bend it back into shape. What a piece of shit that was. I think it was selling new in NY for $3k at the time.
At some point we're going to have to get an old car...one big hit from the universe or our own sun and nothin but the old ones will be moving.
Also recall the ringmaster saying not to mind where a rain storm water leaked through tent rips because it was pure water dripping down from heaven.
No, I wasn't in Poland. I was in Dothan, Alabama, where I did most of my growing up.