the snowmobile that didnt work so well
Oh snowmobile oh snowmobile how you treat me oh so well
theres just one thing though
you stink
you have to hit the motor with a wrench, you have to tie the belt with tape that will flex
going down a speedy hill, my brakes they dont work so well.
I wake up in the hospital. i ask wheres my sled, they say they dont know
Three days later thay find it in a tree. I ask how could that be.
looks like its time to go to the shop, to pick a new sled that looks really hot.
word of advice, pick a new snowmobile
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