The Alem Galem

My friend Bill had a killer auto, that looked so innocent;
Just a stripped down 55 Chevy, not much money on it spent!
But it held a little secret, underneath it’s large front hood;
A monstrous Corvette engine, 0 to 60, in seconds from where it stood!
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In those days there were lots of Hotshots, who thought their cars were fast;
They’d laugh and give the finger, to the cars they easily passed!
We’d pull up to a light right next to one, he’d gun his engine, as if to say;
“Hey you in that junkmobile, I’m going to blow you right away”!
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I’d look to Bill and smile, then say the code words that we used;
“Let’s give him the “”Alem Galem””, and watch him cry the blues”!
Bill would grab his strong Hurst gear shift, look over, and nod “Let’s race”;
The unsuspecting victim, would have a grin upon his face!
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Both revving up their engines, the light would then turn green;
Bill’s car would spring to action, the fastest ever seen!
We’d leave him in our exhaust fumes, he could not believe his eyes;
Another victory for the “Alem Galem”, which went undefeated every try!
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                             Sometimes innocence
                           Is mistaken for weakness
                             It’s strength so secret