06-24-2009, 08:28 AM
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Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Graham, WA,
wa
Cobra Make, Engine: Everett-Morrison, 347 Stroker
Posts: 425
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Old Razz never dies!
Fred, Found this old razz, We all miss seeing you.
Twas the night before Christmas,
Fred was snuggled in bed,
while visions of Jim’s cobra raced through his head!
Oh I wish I could have one so lively and quick,
Perhaps I’ve been good, and maby St Nick,
Would bring all the parts to make mine just as quick!
A weber I need, just the thought brought a shiver,
This summer we'll see who's the one with the quiver's!
I’ll port it and punch it and lower the gears,
I’ll streach it and buff it even put on new mirrors,
I’ll stroke it, and boar it, and mike it galore,
Well, I'll even make my throttle, go clear through the floor!
Oh forget St Nick, Fred thought in his head,
I’ll spend all my money even go in the red,
When I turn on the key and hit it full throttle
My nitrus will flow and empty the bottle.
Just the thrill, that will enter my heart,
To see the look in Jim’s eyes, as he hears my car start.
With 600 horses under my hood,
Jim will only dream, and wish that he could…..
When what to Fred’s wondering eyes did appear,
but his comforting wife with a new bottle of beer.
So loving and caring, she helped Fred back to bed ,
and pilled more ice, high on his head.
Since last Summer, Fred just hasn’t been right,
With old 98 as his only sight!
Thanks to Ray and Steve and the rest that stayed near,
To buy poor Fred, more bottles of beer.
Fred fears each night when the moon is just rite,
When old 98 re-enters his sight,
He hears me exclaim as I race out of Sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good Night.
Merry Christmas Fred!
Me and old 98 salute you!
Jim
Last edited by race-it; 06-24-2009 at 08:33 AM..
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