21 January 2013
My little motor Has served me well Even though my street Was icy as hell
Made it to work Through all the snow There'll be absentees Today, I know
They all live real close And I'm miles away Wait for the excuses Chaps, I have to say
Get off your arses It drives me berserk Why, when it snows Do your legs not work?
Excuses • Opuss № I