I want a car that has room for a bar.
I want uphostery made of dead savannah animals, and
I want a back seat with 6 cheerleaders cubic capacity.
I don't want no import-reefer-sonofabitch fuel economist,
I want to be rowdy with the Saudis and burn some dinosaur piss.
I want to buy fuzzy dice, and offensive cigarette lighters for the dash.
I want a gun rack, 37 7-11 cup holders, and a big mother of a bumper
sticker that says:
I FLATTEN GOPHERS DAILY.
AUTHOR: The Laughing Fool
-Made in the USA, on the New Jersey turnpike