Just a song (John Prine) too many beers (lock down again)
Dear Abby, Dear Abby,
My model 3 creaks
My wife hollows at me and kid are are all freaks
every side I get out of is the wrong side of bed
I might be more happy with a beamer instead
Unhappy you have no regrets
The car is what it is and it aint what it aint.
Quit wishing for bad luck and knocken on wood
Dear Abby, Dear Abby,
My model 3 creaks
My wife hollows at me and kid are are all freaks
every side I get out of is the wrong side of bed
I might be more happy with a beamer instead
Unhappy you have no regrets
The car is what it is and it aint what it aint.
Quit wishing for bad luck and knocken on wood