Friday, September 15, 2017

Red Pontiac (A Song Parody)

Red Pontiac
Written By Christmas Snow


Well now you may think I'm silly
For the brainless things I say
You may wonder why I lust over you 

When I feel bad for you everyday 
Well ma'am you know you haunt me
I know I've been secretive 'bout that
Well come on over here and talk to me
Madame I'll spill the facts
Well Ma'am it ain't your money
Because I have enough of that
I loved you for your red Pontiac
Upholstered gray cloth seats
Clearing off the snow
Meandering down the street
Laughing at your jokes
Feeling pretty good 
Blowing all my cash
On a Thursday afternoon 

Ma'am I just wonder what you do there in back
Of your red Pontiac
Red Pontiac




Now some guys say it's rusted
And that it's way too old
Some guys say it's too slow
And the check engine light is a no-go
But my lust is bigger than a Chevy
Yeah, it's bigger than a Cadillac 
Dude there's only one girl
And one car that brings me back 

Anyway we don't have to drive it
Miss we could park it by the track
And have a party in your red Pontiac
Upholstered gray cloth seats
Clearing off the snow
Sleeping in the seats
Laughing at my jokes
Feeling pretty good 
Blowing all my cash
On a Thursday afternoon

Ma'am I just wonder what it feels like in the back

Of your red Pontiac
Red Pontiac