The Wild Mustang

The day that I turned twenty-one, July 20th, nineteen sixty-five;
It became legal for me to buy a car, my very own one to drive!
Living then in Cincinnati, I went down to Woody Sander Ford;
To look at the brand-new Mustangs, they had just been brought on board!
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Sitting right out in the showroom, was a killer Shelby 350 GT;
The greatest car I’d ever seen, it totally tempted me!
They also had another model, not as fast, but still 300 horse;
Two smoking four-barrel carburetors, four on the floor of course!
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I opted for the second one, to save about a grand;
But with this ultra powerful engine, things got completely out of hand!
One night, on a forty MPH road, I was doing ninety miles an hour;
I thought that if I kept this up, I’d end up in a grave with lovely flowers!
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Fortunately my cousin’s husband, was in love with my brand-new ride;
So we negotiated a deal for him to own it, a win-win for both sides!
He took over all my payments, and threw in his small MG;
So cute, but not too powerful, a much safer car for me!
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                       The Mustang’s power
                      Wild horses untamable
                           But so beautiful