A redneck Deltonan named Mike
and his friend from a bit down the 'pike,
Were fixin' their cars
and hittin' the bars
And jawin' 'bout Bonnes they like.
They talked about fixing the Horse
and the things that weren't done yet, of course.
The battery tray rusted
the belt buckle busted
And the grille that was looking the worst.
The guy with the Bonne collection
recalled, to his best recollection,
That people that pester
like a wound that will fester,
should worry 'bout their own life protection.
There, happy now?