She's got a body on her man, she cleans up nice
If I can get her hot she'll go all night
She's had a little work done there in the back
The front's all natural I like it like that
Man, you oughta see her when she gets fueled up
She left a lot of men standing there in the dust
She'll get me there quick with a little bit of luck
What? I love my truck
She's a '98 made in the USA
I like running my hands up and down her frame
She don't mind getting lost down an old back road
Man, I love hearing that engine moan
Man, you oughta see her when she gets fueled up
She left a lot of men standing there in the dust
She'll get me there quick with a little bit of luck
What? I love my truckOw
She'll drop the tailgate and back it up
And get a little dirty in the mud
She likes sittin' little rough man, she was built tough
She got a little diesel in her blood
Man, you oughta see her when she gets fueled up
She left a lot of men standing there in the dust
She'll get me there quick with a little bit of luck
Man, you oughta see her when we get stuck
Windows rolled down and her Hank cranked up
She'll get me there quick with a little bit of luck
What? I love my truckOw-owWait, what?
You thought I was talking about what?
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Thomas McVicar / Timothy Alan Cooper
I Love My Truck lyrics © Tunecore Inc, TuneCore Inc.
Eudora: I need to go into Houston today, dear. This used car place has a 20% off sale, and my car is losing RPMs at highway speed. I think that the engine may be losing compression. That may lead to a blown head gasket, so it’s better for me to trade it in while it still can maintain most of its value.
d.: But, your car is only ten years old, anbd it looks as if you may have a headache.
E.: We’ve owned it for ten years, but it was five years old when we bought it. This shouldn’t break us, and it's only a mild headache, only an 8 on a 0-10 scale.
d.: Well, no. I would love to go with you, but I simply must study. I only made a low A on my last test in one of my classes, so that has me worried.
E.: Don’t worry dear, I’m sure I’ll be fine.
d.: Oh, man. The unit test on this chapter is in two days, and I haven’t finished reading all the material yet, and the chapter is one hundred pages long. Hmm. This ad says that it can give me a shorter version of this chapter and I won’t miss any information. It costs $111.11, but it may be worth it. Okay, I’ll try it.
Let’s see, here it is, the name of this chapter is SAFETY, so I’ll just punch in my credit card number…Well the computer already populated that, which is scary, but, okay, I put in my secret code and, voila! A truncated version of a one-hundred-page chapter summed up in…Two words?!
Be safe.
d. Well, that certainly does truncate the chapter. I guess now I have time to at least watch the weather report on television for the rest of the summer.
And here’s the weather report for Greater Houston for the next three months. IT’S HOT!!! And, in other areas of the country, Mississippi is having a warming trend, and, in Hell…er South Louisianna, it’s even hotter than it is in Houston. Now, back to our news.
d.; (I don’t like watching the news. All the newscasters do is give their opinions. I did watch Walter Cronkite and Roger Mudd when they were bringing newscasts, but they’re both gone now. I think I’ll call Cal.E. and see what she’s doing.)
“Hi, Cal.E., how are you?”
C.: I’m fine, but why aren’t you with Eudora?
d.: How do you know I’m not phoning you from her car, and how did you know that she left our house?
C.: Well, T.’s security camera identified her car as she drove by Wayne Manor. Its heat sensor indicated there was only one person in her car, and the temperature made me believe that it was a human female.
d.: that’s scary.
C.: It is a little scary, but safe. Where was Eudor going?
d.: To Houston to buy a used car.
C.: And, you didn’t go with her? Aren’t you afraid that she’ll be ripped off, since she’s a woman?
d.: No, you do know that she bought my truck for me, didn’t you?
C.: Yes, you’ve told me the story many times…
Salesman: I see that y’all like this truck, so I’ll sell it to you for a mere 25 Gs.
E.: Its blue book value is twelve. I know that you must make a living to eat, so why don’t we say 16?
S.: How about 20?
E.: 16.
S.: 17?
E.: 16, and you throw in free oil changes for as long as we own the truck, or we walk.
S.: I need this sale, so, sold.
Meanwhile in Houston
S.: What kind of car are you looking for, ma’am, sir, or nonbinary individual?
E.: A red one.
S.: I have just the car for you. Now, there’s no need to test drive it, just sign these papers.
E.: This car has obviously been in an accident. Pop the hood. Yes, just as I thought. The radiator is rusty, which may lead to it leaking coolant, causing a blown head gasket as the worst-case scenario. The engine block is cracked as well. That’s probably because the engine supports are loose. The engine was probably dropped and put back in, sloppily. And, put it on a lift and raise it so I can look at the under carriage, shocks and struts, please. My father and grandfather were master mechanics, and they taught me a thing or two about cars. These struts will cause the car to sway, and the shocks are shot. That will not only make for an uncomfortable ride, but could affect the handling of the car, which is important in a big city with lots of traffic. I may need to change lanes quickly to avoid an accident with a distracted driver. Now, do you want to show me a decent car, or do I report you to the Better Business Bureau?
Later that same day.
E.: Dear, come look at the nice car I bought for a song!
d.: A lamborghini?
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