April 12, 2004
Rejoice, salvation is at hand! Escalation and insane oneupsmanship can make your commute much more satisfying thanks to the SUVs of the future.
I favor the Grand Dominator, myself.
Can you name the truck with four wheel drive,
Smells like a steak, and seats thirty five?
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Well, it goes real slow with the hammer down
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Hey, hey!
Twelve yards long, two lanes wide,
Sixty five tons of American pride!
Canyonero! Canyonero!
Top of the line in utility sports,
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts!
Canyonero! Canyonero!
She blinds everybody with her super high beams
She's a squirrel-squashin', deer-smackin' drivin' machine
Canyonero! Canyonero! Canyonero!
You can pay for one in Food Stamps.
...Or you can pay for one in blood...
*seemed like a next logical line*
Perhaps signing in blood on some crackling parchment while this guy with really sharp hair looks over your shoulder. Smelling vaguely of old bean dinners.
Says something about the average man's obsession with big cars that I was completely taken in for a good long time.
wolof - for some reason that little ditty started in my head to the tune of "convoy"... where's it from?
(and was i close on the tune?)
It's from the Simpsons. And Convoy isn't far off from the tune.
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