[my sister bought a Chevy]
followed by a head tilt to 45 degrees
I'm looking left with a sly smile
and a glint in my eyes-
[I'm reminiscing!]- Jenna was a Pontiac! And looking back-- I'd give anything just to have my baby back. She was black-- that Pontiac-- black on black-- MAN, I WISH I HAD MY JENNA BACK-- and that's why I'll never EVER drive a chevy or ever drive a ford. I'd rather walk or bike until I can afford what my heart first fell in love with- --it was Mrs. Jones-- she's the one I first adored-- when she roared-- stop light street fight? The legend of Mrs. Jones still shines at night! What I'm saying is, "Mamma's! Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Drive Chevy's!"