Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a Plum Crazy Charger and no cops in sight.
I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor,
To beat this R/T, it ain't got no blower.
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Charger erupts in clouds of tire smoke.
Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of my four VTEC pistons.
Racing ahead I'm the star of the action,
But I know I'm in trouble when the Charger gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing,
My mirror is blocked by my shopping kart wing.
I can now hear the roar of the big monster gaining,
All I can do is keep the four-banger straining.
In a second, the shock wave hits with a blast,
And my stickers go flying, now a thing of the past.
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like you can relate.
Looking up at the tail lights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says with a fling,
"You may not win any, in that silly little thing,"
I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight,
With more stickers tomorrow, I'll give him a fight!
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