Clifford

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My Friend Clifford died of Cancer. He had his own song, not his favorite as he ended up in Jail.

Clifford came through Paola running wild.
Open pipes with a great big smile.
Like when he got into the dual exhaust.
I mean to tell you that he could really get lost.

He headed out of town on 169.
The road was straight, and the car did shine.
But when he got up to a hundred and one.
The oil pressure dropped and the motor was done.

So Clifford pulled over to look around.
And everyone was thinking, who is this Clown.
To be driving so fast with a 4:57 gear.
You know he must be deff from the noise in his ear.

The Highway Patrol came over to assist.
And Clifford took one look,
and decided not to resist.
He did not have much money for bail.
And he knew he would be spending some time in the Jail.

When Clifford gets out,
he says he will get.
Something much different, but runs like a Jet.
It will belch fire, smoke and burn.
And I mean to tell you, some people never learn.

If there are tire marks on the Gold streets of Heaven, that would be Clifford.

Thank You.