Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
Was a domestic V8 and no cops in sight,
I will try, I will try with this 2 liter motor,
To beat this damn Mustang, even with it's big blower.
As light goes to green and I pull like no joke,
The Mustang 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 that blown Mustang gets traction.
Grabbing second, I hear the RPM sing,
My rearview mirror is blocked by my Shopping Kart Wing.
I now hear the roar, of that big monster gaining.
All I can do is keep that four-banger straining.
In a second, the shockwave 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 taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give me a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any in that silly thing,"
I scowled and I revved and let out a sigh,
& did my classic trademark high speed fly-by,
Then I smiled and revved as I pulled out of sight,
With my new mods tomorrow, it will be a better night."
