No beach songs yet, but, I have written the full lyrics for 'High-bread Preee-usss', a parody to the tune of 'Hot Rod Lincoln. (Still working on a C-MAX parody song).
High-bread (as in expensive) Preee-usss (rhymes with ‘Free Us!’)
To the tune of ‘Hot Rod Lincoln’, with apologies to Charlie Ryan, Commander Cody, Asleep At The Wheel, the Japanese, residents of San Francisco, and high-bread drivers everywhere….
My pappy said "Son, your Mama gonna leave us
If you don't stop drivin’ that high-bread Preee-usss.”
Have you heard the story of the high-bread car?
That ‘ol Preee-usss is really settin' the bar!
That story is true I'm here to say
I was drivin' a Preee-usss that very day.
Built ’n Ja-pan and it's really green
High-bread logo makes it look so keen.
Got four cylinders, barely uses 'em, ever
Got echo drive, it’s just so clever.
In electric mode there’s no exhaust
With out any NAV you can really get lost
Got air bags, so I ain't scared
The brakes are great; the tires hold air.
Pulled into ‘Frisco late one night
And the moon and the stars were shining bright
We was drivin' up some great big hill
Passin' gas stations like they’z standing still
All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A non-high-bread car passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then the tail lights was all you could see
Now the fellas ribbed me for being behind
So tried to make that Preee-usss unwind
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I switched it on down, out of echo drive!
Wound it up ‘bout forty-and-then
My passengers thought that I’d hit top end
My foot was glued, like lead, to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
The picket fence looked like, well, a picket fence
They said "Slow down, I see spots!"
(A dalmation ran past.) Those id-i-ots!
Took a corner, side-swiped some tricycles
Crossed my fingers, they were cold as icicles.
My display was showin’ my MPG’s toast.
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Somethin' was coming from outta of the back
Am I burnin’ up my battery pack?
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't ya know by then we'd be burnin’ gas!
Lotta noise comin' from under the hood
Feel the power, man! (That can’t be good!)
I said "Look out boys, I've got a license to try"
That non-hybrid pulled over and let us by!
Now all of a sudden Preee-usss started to knockin'
And up that hill she started to rockin'
I tried to slow down, but a cop did see us
Now he was after my high-bread Preee-usss!
They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my pappy jus’ to throw my bail
He said "Son I tol’ ya, your Mama gonna leave us,
If you don't stop racin’ her high-bread Preee-usss!”
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Edited by kostby, 29 September 2014 - 02:06 PM.