Hop in the back,
Top's down,
Better than any muscle car.
Night on the town,
Cruising around.
Wind in their faces.
Sitting high on the back,
Girls gone wild,
Yelling "Rock on!"
And blastin' their favorite song.
Flashing the guys,
Sitting back down
As the cops roll by...
Getting looks from everyone,
Good ol' car with three bad girls.
Back in back
Get another "Rock on!" attack.
Going topless,
More ways than one.
Driving around long after the settin' sun,
Three cheeky clowns,
Foolin' around.
"Girls gone wild!"
Someone shouts,
"Sexy monkeys! Rock on!"
Is shouted back.
Roll back home,
Gotta act cool
Lest the 'rents comadeer the keys.
They think they cruised around the block.
Thats what they know,
Thank goodness theyre oblivious,
Knowing nothing about their little show.

***This is based off an actual event. I origionally had the poem in first
person, but I was told by more than one person that it made it sound braggy
so I changed it to third.***
 
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