Roger, Me and Kays Car

In the spring of nineteen sixty-two, my Mom had a friend named Kay;

She’d visit in the early afternoon, and they’d sip martinis all the day!

She had a car that was super hot, two four barrel carburetors under the hood;

After four martinis I would say to her, “I’d like to borrow your car if I could”!

She’d gladly give the keys to me, and say “certainly, go right ahead”;

Then I’d go pick my friend Roger up, and to the secret place we’d head!

It was known to only us teenagers, a quiet country road;

Where we’d bring our smokin’ vehicles, and drag races would explode!

I think we went there five times, but only lost one race;

For few had engines like dear Kay did, and they could not keep up the pace!

Afterwards I’d come back home then, and Kay was totally shit-faced;

She could never therefore realize, that her car had just been raced!