an ode to Ghetta

you didn't have A/C but i loved you anyway

those summer drives were hot

so i always had sweat tissues ready

you loved the song "ghetto superstar"

so i sang it pretty often

rubbed the wheel and serenaded

until you finally started

once i marched around you

seven times seemed right

i claimed you for the Lord

and you didn't put up a fight

now you've bit the dust

because Erin didn't see

that fast car coming towards you

so now she'll drive a mini

you won't be there when i get home

i'm saddened at the thought

but after all we've been thru

it isn't for naught