Summers we lived at our Grandparents, as rent was free.
I believe the year to be ..64.
Each day 2 cobras passed, I'd hear the roar.
Both parked at the end of the street I did see.
I decided a Cobra driver I wanted to be.
As I grew older I bought a ..65 GTO Goat.
It was stolen as all were in our home town.
I gave up cars and surfed instead being down.
Got hungry and worked and bought a boat.
Decided I'd rather ride Highways than float.
Got my first bike my mother's worst fear.
Drove a ..67 Vette, top down, surfboard sticking out
The sidepipes were loud to hear you must shout.
Still ride bikes and like to drink beer.
Thank GOD poor Mom does not now shed a tear.
Dad has now died and my hair is now "blonder".
He was the cuss that showed me the light.
"If you want things in life you must learn how to fight."
Cobra dreams are now getting fonder.
I'd best get one now before I pass yonder.
I bought a COBRA so I can drive fast, irritate the neighbors, water my redneck roots, work on it, cuss at it, Bust my knuckles, kick the tires,
Grin ear to ear.........and stay FOREVER YOUNG
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