I think my car got drunk last night,
It couldn't stay in lane.
I must have got him real tanked up
to be acting such a pain.
I filled him up, and topped him off
he just took it as a sign
that I would take him fishing today
he pulled out the rods and line
Three fishing poles with shaky reels
the tackle box of hooks and weights
all my spools of spider wire
my zara spooks and plastic baits
He seemed think that the time of day
was good for chasing fat rainbows
I said why do you act this way
he stood at the curb, struck a pose.
but it was all to be to no avail
he sluggishly drove me to work
and as we parked on the seventh level
he was still acting like a jerk
sputtering & stalling the last few feet to roll
never again will I fill up with gas and ethanol.