ricer night before Christmas
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ricer night before Christmas
The Night Before Christmas (Ricer-Style)
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 with no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, with this 2-liter motor,
To beat this dang Mustang, even with its big blower,
As the light goes to green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke.
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names for my four VTEC pistons…
Racing ahead, I’m the star of the action,
But I know I’m in trouble when that Mustang gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My rearview mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing.
I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining…
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, now a thing of the past…
Don’t bother with third, ‘cause no it’s too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
“You can’t win them all,” he says in fling.
“You may not win any in that silly thing,”
I scowled and I revved and let out a sigh,
And did my classic trademark high speed fly-by.
Then I smiled as I revved and pulled out of sight,
“With my new mods tomorrow, it will be a better night.”
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 with no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try, with this 2-liter motor,
To beat this dang Mustang, even with its big blower,
As the light goes to green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang erupts in clouds of tire smoke.
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names for my four VTEC pistons…
Racing ahead, I’m the star of the action,
But I know I’m in trouble when that Mustang gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My rearview mirror is blocked by my shopping cart wing.
I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining…
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, now a thing of the past…
Don’t bother with third, ‘cause no it’s too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
“You can’t win them all,” he says in fling.
“You may not win any in that silly thing,”
I scowled and I revved and let out a sigh,
And did my classic trademark high speed fly-by.
Then I smiled as I revved and pulled out of sight,
“With my new mods tomorrow, it will be a better night.”
