The French, they can’t drive
They shouldn’t even try
If it weren’t for my Mama
I’d still be alive
Drivin’ with a French woman’ll get’cha killed
We drove off a cliff
And into some rocks
My mom got her license
From a Cracker Jack box
Drivin’ with a French woman’ll get’cha killed
She drove past a light and into a bus
I heard a man scream and then I heard a man cuss
She went and she caused a twelve car pile-up
It was at this time I yelled “Enough’s enough!”
But then it was too late
And I wasn’t alive
All because French women can’t drive
I won’t see seventeen
‘Cause the streets they were mean
We tumbled down a hill
And into a ravine
Drivin’ with a French woman’ll get’cha killed.
Author notes
At first I imagined a banjo tune to this, but for some reason the tune has morphed into a Bob Dylan-esque tune.
Critique me please? I mean, really critique me. If you didn't like something about it, for the love of a deity, TELL ME. I can take it if it will help me get better.
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Aha! That be a good'un! I think the banjo accompaniment is a splendid idea.
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