Race Car

Little young man

With key in hs hand

Twists the ignition

Egine warms in seconds

Man has  box and bottle in sack

He opens the bottle first

He drives while clenching thirst

He presses on the pedal for gas

His limit is already passed

And opens the box of cigs

And lights them like little twigs

While two colored lights flash behind

Little young man doesn't seem to mind

He zooms and vrooms across the sreets

With a perilous fate that he must meet

As speedy race car skids and skees

And crashes into the forest's trees

And so we know how this all concludes

That drinking and smoking while driving's not good