Cars can drive you crazy
while you are on the road.
Some of them can be funny.
They come in all different shapes and sizes.
Some can talk and some can’t talk.
You see some can fly
so high in the sky.
Miss Fritter will bitter you up.
But don’t put up a red blanket.
She will charge you.

If you come into my town
don’t start making trouble.
I’ll put you right into the impound
if you try to escape
Old Frank will mow you down.
So hop and sip on a train
running down the tracks.
If you look to the left
you might see a boat
going down the road.
To the right you will see
a plain driving as well.

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