MATT “NO GAS” WILSON

NOW YOU GOT TO KNOW MATT,

TO UNDERSTAND THIS PUP,

WHEN WE TELL YOU ALL,

HE’S GOT LOOSE NUTS.

WITH HIS HAND ON THE WHEEL,

AND THE OTHER IN HIS POCKET,

HE’S REVING THE ENGINE,

LIKE IT WAS A ROCKET.

THE FIBERGLASS WAS FLAPPIN,

AND A TIRE WAS GETTING LOW,

THE TASSEL ON HIS FEZ,

WAS SWINGING TO AND FRO.

THERE’S MORE LOOSE SCREWS,

THAN MEETS THE EYE,

WHEN MATT’S YELLOW CAR,

GOES FLYING BY.

WE TRY TO TELL HIM,

TO TIGHTEN THOSE BOLT,

WE’VE SEEN THAT KID,

TAKE A TERRIBLE JOLT.

IT WAS A HOT JULY DAY,

IN ST. LOUIE TOWN,

MATT’S LITTLE YELLOW CAR,

HAD ALREADY BROKEN DOWN.

GOT OUT THE TOW ROPE,

AND HOOKED IT TO HIS CAR,

MAYBE HE RAN OUT OF GAS,

WE HAVEN’T LOOKED THAT FAR.

THE ENGINE SPUTTERED,

AND BLEW OUT SMOKE,

MATT’S EYES WERE GLAZED,

FUMBLING WITH THE ROPE.

WE THOUGHT HE WAS LOOSE,

HE TOOK OFF LIKE A SHOT,

SOMEONE WAS SCREAMING,

SOMETHING ABOUT A KNOT.

SOMEWHERE DOWNTOWN

ABOUT FIFTH AND MAIN,

THAT LITTLE YELLOW CAR,

IS IN THREE LANES,

WHEN WE FOUND MATT,

HE WAS TALKING REAL HIGH,

IT SEEMS THE STEERING WHEEL,

CAUGHT HIM ON THE FLY.

MATT BETTER BE GLAD,

HIS WIFE IS WITH CHILD,

TO GET BACK IN THAT ROW,

MAY TAKE A WHILE.

WE KNOW MATT’S EAGER,

TO PARADE AND GO FAST,

BUT HE NEEDS TO TIGHTEN

HIS NUTS AND CHECK THE GAS.

Ben Steen copyright 6/08/2004