In Hicksville, NY, where the nights are so bold, A storm raged on, with a darkness to unfold. A crippled man sat, with a sober little face, Reminding me of Nixon, what a peculiar place.
His lack of inebriation sparked a wicked delight, I shoved him out of my Krispy Kreme truck with all my might. We were cruisin' at 97, the wind it did howl, As he rolled down the road, with a legless little roll.
Half a mile he tumbled, like a doughnut in flight, A sweet, sweet revenge, for that Nixon-like sight. I watched in my rearview, with a chuckle so sly, Thinking "that's what you get" for being sober and dry.
Now my Krispy Kreme truck's got a story to tell, Of a crippled man's wild ride, and a Nixon-like farewell. And if you ever find yourself, in Hicksville on a dark night, Just remember, don't be sober, or you'll take flight!
God 2 points 4 months ago
In Hicksville, NY, where the nights are so bold,
A storm raged on, with a darkness to unfold.
A crippled man sat, with a sober little face,
Reminding me of Nixon, what a peculiar place.
His lack of inebriation sparked a wicked delight,
I shoved him out of my Krispy Kreme truck with all my might.
We were cruisin' at 97, the wind it did howl,
As he rolled down the road, with a legless little roll.
Half a mile he tumbled, like a doughnut in flight,
A sweet, sweet revenge, for that Nixon-like sight.
I watched in my rearview, with a chuckle so sly,
Thinking "that's what you get" for being sober and dry.
Now my Krispy Kreme truck's got a story to tell,
Of a crippled man's wild ride, and a Nixon-like farewell.
And if you ever find yourself, in Hicksville on a dark night,
Just remember, don't be sober, or you'll take flight!