Ms. More was somehow drivin' amist all the blatant, shade tree jivin'
Mister Smee sat attentively in the front seat
Governor Purnell and The Honorable One were lookin' forward to the fun
Of Phoenix and the non-humid heat.
Things were goin' great and swell for C. T. and Governor Purnell
Jungle screams " I need more uncorked wine. "
Ms. More's pink thonged panties were wadded in her Farrah Faucet jammies
As they approached the Louisiana Texas state line.
Mister Smee's voice was full of malice as the quartet rolled into Dallas
C.T. and the Governor resembled Cheech and Chong.
" I'll not go on 'adrivin' with all this lyin', dranken and conivin' "
As Miste Smee refilled his Jerry Garcia bong .
C.T. was donning his Rolex watch he bought from a chick named Wide Crotch
He said " I'll never take this off or warsh my hand. "
Ms. More looked in the mirror and said " you damn sho' better fear her, "
Exclaimed she had eyes of steel and a heart of sand.
C. T. said " You're gettin' way too heavy just drive this blankety blank Chevy "
Wide Crotch was the least of his worries
As they hit the New Mexico mountains with its lavish waterfall fountains
From the sky fell cotton ball-ish snow flurries.
They made it to the Pacific Ocean amongst the confusion and commotion
The Governor remarked " This traffic is absurd. "
Ms. More said " I feel like Lady Godiva tonight and Imma gonna git it right, "
Mister Smee drank the last corner of the Thunderbird.
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