A breath of fresh air. Dig the tunes, rattle those thighs, The Baseballs are heading into the skies.(c) Blue The Poet
Strike back for Rockabilly.
Studebaker Cruising
(c) Blue The Poet aka P.D.Adams
I was cruising down the road Saturday night.
Suddenly I received a terrible fright.
From the corner of my eye.
I saw a pink elephant, fly.
Passed a chopped and channelled Buick coupe.
With flames shooting out, it would heat soup.
A train rolling down that railway track.
In the mirror, a Mustang Fastback.
The boys reckon I am out of my tree.
For asking Suzie, if she is still free.
My Studie pickup is lowered and flamed.
No way man I am getting tamed.
Chorus Studebaker cruising around this town.
Bring your wheels out, come on down.
Check out everything that we do.
Just watch out for the boys in blue.
(Registered with A.P.R.A.)