T'was some weeks before Christmas, and all in the club,would attend a great party, our annual hub-bub.
Our hot rod was parked in the garage with great care. A stylish machine with muscle and flair.
So flashy, so bitchen, and nothin' needs fixin'.
On Cragars, on Redlines, on lowered suspension.
Built top-of-the-line, not one speck of rust.
She'll dash away, run all day, and leave you in the dust.
Together we nestled all snug in our seats, then starting the engine increased our heartbeats.
My gal in her kerchief, and I in my cap, were wishing the drive could be a race lap.
Then up on the road we could see there was trouble. The time it would take to arrive would now double.
Away through the window we see hazard lights flash. The hula girl dancing made a frown on our dash.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear? But a quick little detour, a road in the clear.
The moon on the crest shown a freshly paved drive, so I pressed down the pedal spinning the tires alive.
As the dry leaves kicked up and flew to the sky, we were picking up speed, really starting to fly.
Then in a twinkling I heard 'neath the hood, the purr of the engine, OH! she sounded so good.
The road was so smooth there was no need to brake, as I drew in my head the path we would take.
There'd been no one around so I was startled to find, when another hot rod came roaring up from behind.
She was dressed all in black from her nose to her tail. Custom headers announcing in a deep, throaty wail.
She had lots of chrome, all shiny and bright. Everything about her you could tell was built right.
She was very road-worthy, not kept on a shelf, and I smiled when I saw her in spite of myself.
She came up along side, it was effortless work, then with a mighty roar sped off with a jerk.
As the scent of exhaust fumes was hitting my nose, I stepped on the pedal and the RPM's rose.
I sprang into action, my car hugging each curve, your won't beat me there, why imagine the nerve.
Be a friend or a foe? But one thing was clear. Whoever it was Santa was good-to this year.
We arrived all together at the end of the chase, as he stepped out I recognized this friendly face.
And I heard him exclaim while beaming with pride, Merry Christmas my friend! Do you like my new ride?
