I wish she’d say she likes my car
She’s gonna know it sucks by far
Little GEO won’t get me rollin’ to the bar
Won’t go pasty fifty, and won’t get very far
My little GEO
I got it wholesale from my folks
I raced a soapbox and got smoked
Be nice and please keep your little
Comments to yourself
I wish I’d bought
With a little more thought
I was thinkin’ it was pure gold
But I can see now that it’s not
Little geo don’t represent
In the express lane or in the snow
Roll em’ up, shut it down
Write it up, sell it off
GEO’s gotta go
50 on the freeway
40 in the city
15 quarts of castrol monthly
You know that that’s shittacious
Engine goblins gnawin’ holes in my GEO
Pull up gеt out
I’m parked by the road
She sees my car
Trimmеd in turquoise and gold
Bondo at each seam
The upholstery smells of mold
She says its nifty, and now that car is sold
Her little GEO
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