Pink Carnation

One blue car
on a black car
—uh-huh, oh yeah
sirens blaring
didn’t get far.

One black car
on a pink car
—shoo-bop
do you like my car?
My pop top
pedal to the medal
don’t look back
Cadillac
driving down the free
way! What would Aretha
say?
Hey?
Filling in the middle
of a car sandwich
built of melted down
Motown
Barry Gordy brass and sass
fuel by Ford
fifty-thousand workers
on the factory floor
We Want MORE!

Pink Carnation

Bigger,
Better, Faster—
ROAR!

One white car going up
—wah-waaaaaa
One red car going—
La-la la-lah…