I remember my first hooptie, best of all my cars
with it's broken muffler and painted battle scars.
The car with the spider cracked windshield.
happy-mojo-mobile extending its grumpfunky field.
A car that never was legal to roll
but we would just whistle on our little roll.
Gotta bluff the man with our out of state tags
and under the seat covers live the stinky funky rags.
How could such a car be so cool?
I know now how much I was a fool
to drive such an illegal piece of shit
but I have to say that little Tan rabbit
could take it off the line and dog it.
Slamming and popping made that 4 cylinder hamster power get!
getting down on it and made it chirp
slinging rocks, trash-cans and dirt.
Funny how when you look back on shit gone by.
Back when love was rampant and you still got high.
Back when cash was something that was rare.
Back when it wasn't something about being fair.
A time where ignorance was bliss
and euphoria was consumed in a single kiss
in the back of a happy-mojo-mobile
where love was something that we all could feel.

06/14/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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