William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD

THE SPEEDING TICKET

tanks u bob bar an pass de jar
I usta sit up at de bar
it was bad to drive de car
an I never made it, very far

de wife she drive dat car for me
I drink de beer – I need to pee
tank God she finally made a stop
pulled over by a traffic cop

an wen I pee against de tree
de traffic cop – he look at me
wat do you do you Army lout
yur not suppose to hang it out!

de wife she got de fine for speed
an me I get de warning
de speed limit she did not heed
me hangover sick, nex’ mornin’

down in Quebec dey don’t care heck
about us Army guys
because we drink, an fight and stink
an tell a lot of lies!

So what de hell I guess I’ll tell
me buddy Bobby Barry
Lucky was I – and a happy guy
when Lynnie, I did marry!