Granny drives a mustang
Running red lights through the town
She's on the move jammin to tunes
Watch out or shell mow you down
If she hits you you're going to jail
Cause it's never grannys fault
Roaring engine, smoke out the tail
Tire marks on the asphalt
Blasting Elvis through the speakers
All the kids just sigh and moan
Cursing at her to turn it off
Threaten to put her in a home
Granny drives a mustang
She's slow but the engines fast
Pedal to metal, lead on the foot
Never brakes but hits the gas
Yeah granny drives a mustang
She's mowing down your town
She lives to fast, it might be her last
So let granny drive it faaaast
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poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
