Driving to the beach or work we're always on the go,
You're small and ghetto, that's okay
cause when the sun's out we love to play!
Dents and dings, ripped upholstery, key marks on the hood,
You run like a champ through it all, so all I see is good!
But when it rains... and floods and pours,
The water rushes through the doors;
it soaks the seats and mats and floors,
It's like a lake and I need oars!
It drives me crazy to sit and stew,
In the nasty, watery pooh!
Oh, little wet convertible.... I really hate you!
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