ridiculous lowrider song for Kelly Spitzer

xviii/xxx: TAKE A LOW, SLOW RIDE WITH ME

v1
Country singers die in the back of classic cars.
Chisel flingers lie about the necks of spastic whores.
Gristle eaters try not to suspect their pasta drawers.
Whistle needers cry and find the flecks of silence poor.

chorus
Take a low, low ride with me.
Take a low, slow ride with me.

v2
Country singers die in the back of classic cars.
Swizzle sticks are fine if you are slapped inside a war.
Your kicks are being tracked by very sly and fascist boars.
Even licks of pine tar lead to sticky sorts of cores.

chorus
Take a low, low ride with me.
Take a low, slow ride with me.

bridge
A low rider, train rider, cow rider calls.
A NASCAR driver, pile driver, really really
hot and dead Egyptian diver falls.

v3
Country singers die in the back of classic cars.
I had a Singer die once when I fastened on a pearl.

spoken interlude
I saw a singer die months after being sarcastic about Pearl.

return to song
If all the singers die then we shall fast and drown and twirl.

chorus
Take a low, low ride with me.
Take a low, slow ride with me.


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I really don't know anything about lowriders. So I did what I usually do when I lack knowledge: I made up rhymes. Poo.