To
Own
A
Fine
Mercedes
Diesel,
Bought
Used
From
A
Devious
Russian
Weasel.
I Loved
That
Car
Right
Down
To
The
Tires,
And
Drove
It
With
Pride,
A
Really
Great
Ride.
Later,
I Winged
It
From
NYC
To
SF,
Hardly
Taking
A
Breath,
Cheating
Death
At
80
MPH
All
The
Way,
In
Only
A
Couple
Of
Days.
Oh,
I Was
A
Menace,
And
Three
Years
Later,
Sold
That
Sweetheart
To
My
Dentist.