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T’was the night before Christmas and I lit up a Winston, not a crewman was working…not even in Shinnston.
The shock springs were all hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that the Bilstein man would be there.
The drivers were nestled all snug in their toters, with dreams of big money, more sponsors and motors.
And mama in her kerchief and Mark Richards in his cap, the 22 crew gave his square head a slap.
When out on the tech line there arose such a clatter, Ricky failed droop…now what’s the matter?
And away to the infield I flew like a flash, waiting for Winger to cause a big crash.
To the moon (Alice) on the haulers allparked on pit row, Mrs. Pierce burning t-shirts…she’s drunk and that’s low.
When what did my wondering eyes did appear, Coondog Cody no less…where will he be next year?
With their withered old driver, not lively or quick, watching Team Zero is making me sick.
….to be continued….
The shock springs were all hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that the Bilstein man would be there.
The drivers were nestled all snug in their toters, with dreams of big money, more sponsors and motors.
And mama in her kerchief and Mark Richards in his cap, the 22 crew gave his square head a slap.
When out on the tech line there arose such a clatter, Ricky failed droop…now what’s the matter?
And away to the infield I flew like a flash, waiting for Winger to cause a big crash.
To the moon (Alice) on the haulers allparked on pit row, Mrs. Pierce burning t-shirts…she’s drunk and that’s low.
When what did my wondering eyes did appear, Coondog Cody no less…where will he be next year?
With their withered old driver, not lively or quick, watching Team Zero is making me sick.
….to be continued….
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