The Honda night before X-mas...
Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light,
So was a Renault Clio with no cops in sight,
One Tony, I will try, I will try, I will try with my Nissan small motor,
To beat this damn Clio, even with it's big power,
As the light goes green and I pull like no joke,
The Clio erupts in clouds of tire smoke,
Now Goat Smasher, now Venator Rev-ver, now Stokie Stroker, now Blitzin,
These are the names of his four VTEC pistons,
Racing ahead Goatee's the Star of the Action,
But he knows he's in trouble when The Clio gets traction,
Grabbing second, he hears the RPM sing,
His mirror is blocked by his Tesco's cart Wing,
He now hears the roar, of that big monster gaining,
All he can do is keep that four-piston banger straining,
In a second, the shockwave hits with a blast,
And his stickers go flying now, a thing of the past,
Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late,
Just try to act cool, like he can relate,
Looking up at the taillights as they get smaller,
The driver backs off just to give him a holler,
"You can't win them all," he says in fling,
"You may not win any, in that silly thing",
Tones, well, he scowled and revved and let out an AB sigh,
And did his trademark high-speed ricer fly-by.