Variation on KoAlA`s original text
THE BELLE OF THE ROADS
Once I was invited by my pal to go into fishing
We drove the oldest jeep, the oil was leaking,
The car had broken headlights, the doors were damaged,
But on the whole she was a real tigress, though wretched,
We scorched down the road, my pal prayed: `Let her rip!`
But half-way up the hill, the engine stopped. Beep-beep!
Part of our itinerary like slaves we pushed the car uphill!
When downhill she rolled ahead accelerating like a dream,
A blonde belle passed us soon while driving like the wind.
Our jeep abruptly started up, my pal got in behind the wheel,
We rushed after the beauty like the beasts, we were intrigued
With driving style of hers. Not touching wheel at all,
One hand of her made up her pretty face, the other held the phone.
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КоАлА
КОРОЛЕВА ДОРОГ, ИЛИ РУЛЬ ПРОМЕЖ НОГ
Раз пригласил меня дружок поехать на рыбалку.
Уселись в старенький "Москвич", закрыли дверь на палку.
"Москвич" четыреста седьмой, с одной разбитой фарой.
Вообще, машина эта - зверь, но зверь больной и старый.
Ползли по краешку шоссе, движенью не мешали,
Под горку шпарили под сто, а в горочку толкали.
Наш "Москвичонок" обошла спортивная машинка,
А за рулём сидела в ней шикарная блондинка:
Одною красилась рукой, другой рукой звонила...
И я подумал, чёрт возьми, а чем она рулила?!
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