By George J. Kimble
We just met
Long brown hair
Ain’t nobody’s pet
Lips to share
Got no roots yet
Just don’t dare
Feeling much regret
We can’t be a pair
I gotta run far
I need a fast car
A Corvette will do
I gotta leave you
Looks that kill
Open arms just waiting
A body to thrill
Charms so intoxicating
Great woman’s skills
My heart’s palpitating
All gives me chills
I’m hesitating
I gotta run far
I need a fast car
A Corvette will do
I gotta leave you
Your eyes so blue
Many chances taken
Your smile so true
Many words unspoken
If I touch you
Seems love is a token
I’ll stick like glue
Many hearts get broken
I gotta Run far
I need a fast car
A Corvette will do
I gotta
leave you
By George J. Kimble
They've built a car of great report
To defeat the sinister ones
It's been the dreams of many young men
And God I know I'm one
Its mother was a mechanic, the tuner of great machines.
Its father is a driver, the heart of every team.
The only thing a driver needs, is luck and a track.
And the only time he is satisfied, is when he leads the pack.
There is a world challenge, to race the Sinister Ones
A test of great endurance, to crown the Champions
People, I'm here to tell you, go ahead and place your bets.
At Lemans, the world will be stunned, by the Racing Corvettes.
Now, Mothers tell your children,
Don't loose hope, as some have done.
Chevy has built a race car,
To defeat the Sinister Ones
The Porches and Ferraris, are all battle dressed
For too many seasons, they have been called the very best.
They unfurl their flags, and the victor's spoils they claim.
They give no mercy on the track, and rivals they put to shame
The spirit, of the warrior, is hardened under fire.
Racing Corvettes are historic, to legends the Corvette aspires
In sports car battles, there is every thing to gain.
This, conquest of the world, must end in Victory Lane.
Oh, Mothers show your children,
A vision of things to come
A great battle for the Corvette,
To defeat the Sinister Ones
And, Mothers tell your children,
To believe in what's been done.
Believe the Corvette Racer,
Will defeat the Sinister Ones
By George J. Kimble
Long line of headlights into my eyes glair
Long way down the road and she just don’t care
Long time now, her battery light glowing red
Long argument and I can’t believe what she said
One last smoke on the passengers seat
One rod knocking, will it over heat?
One more mile of sadness
One man lost in midnight madness
Last exit, caustic green glow
Last thought, is she going to blow?
Last heart beat feels abnormally slow
Last chance for Sunoco
Long road, twisted leaving
Long life happiness and sorrow weaving
Long pondered, finally deciding
Long yellow lines, highway dividing
One old song on the radio playing
One soul lost and saying
One thought in my mind is staying
One sputter and cough, tank empty, betraying
Last sense of power gone
Last wish to see the dawn
Last station light, faintest glow
Last chance for Sunoco
Long ramp fills my view
Long love, Is it through?
Long gray bus coming through
Long way overdue?
One minute yes
One minute no
One minute stay
One minute go
Last drop of gas and dollar spent
Last spark from the battery rent
Last memory as I watched her go
Last chance for Sunoco
Long passage of lover’s fight
Long kiss, something’s not right
Long vivid dreams and cold sweat nights
Long look into head-on lights
One circuit disrespecting
One mind disconnecting
One for another, heart beseeching
One spark, but cables not reaching
Last drop of oil pressure
Last throb of sensual pleasure
Last sign said, “ SLOW”
Last Chance for Sunoco
By George J. Kimble
I
went down to Georgia; Road Atlanta was the place
It was late at night. I was preparing my Corvette for a race
I was mixing up some nitro, when a specter did appear
He was ugly as sin, something mortals are bound to fear
He said, “I am a driver, the best you’ve ever seen”
Smoke and sparks came out his ears and places in between
He said, “I’ll bet your Corvette; My Firebird will burn your tires off”
But, I wasn’t scared, Because my Corvette has never ever lost
He jumped inside his Firebird; it began to howl
I cranked up my Corvette, with a mighty growl
Then lightening struck, and flames outlined the course
I had no fear, since my Corvette was an awesome force
That red car took off, like a bat out of hell
The awful stench of rubber burning, was all that I could smell
I knew he meant business, and this wasn’t just for fun
But, my Corvette jumped out, like it was shot from a gun
I chased him round the bends, and closed in on the straights
We were neck and neck, when we reached the timing gates
I looked over at his face, as we screamed down a rise
That is when I noticed, he had fire in his eyes
I knew the approaching corner, only had one groove
He wasn’t going to let up, and I wasn’t going to move
Then at the ninety, we both did arrive
There is an awful sound, when two racers do collide
He spun off the road, in a ball of fire and smoke
I pulled into the pit, and not a word was spoke
Many races have come and gone, since that eerie night
Every time I pass a red car, I still recall that sight
If you are driving out there, and it is late at night
If you see a red Firebird, and head lights seem too bright
You are riding in your Vette, and get a little fright
Take this as a warning; be sure to dim your lights
By George J. Kimble
Mike and Harry
Looking kinda scary
Coming down the turnpike
Probably should have hitch hiked
Muscle car and Corvette
Racing on a big bet
Corvette’s stroking,
Muscle car is smoking
Think of two friends
Rushing towards a sudden end
No shame in a car duel
Shame never occurs to young fools
Side by side
Muscle car starting to slide
Control is slipping
To the ragged edge they’re ripping
Get up, set up
Some one better let up
We all believe in dumb luck
But, No one saw the dump truck
Tires squeal
Crumpled steel
Gas tanks do explode
Blood’s all over the road
Crash in, Bashed in
No one would give in
Two kinds of death wish
One kind of cold fish
I know, You know
Sometime, We’ll all have to go
But, When two young men die
Makes a grown man want to cry
No Blame, stupid game
Every thing is up in flame
Well anyway, the reaper came
I say, “Ain’t
It A Shame”
By George J. Kimble
You keep saying you’ve got something for me
And you keep saying you’ve got something tough
Well, I’m not shaking and you don’t scare me
And my Corvette may look a little rough
This Corvette was built for racing
And that’s just what it’s gonna do
This Vette was built for racing
And it’s gonna walk all over you
And you keep bragging all about your Ford car
Like it’s the only thing up on the track
And you won’t believe the Bow Tie is the star - Yeah!
I just keep saying put up a little Jack
‘Cause
this Vette was built for racing
And that’s what it’s gonna do
This Corvette was built for racing
And it’s gonna walk all over you
Now the time has come for you to show me
And It’s time for that blue oval to pay it’s dues
We are staged and lights are flashing on the tree - Yeah!
And I hope Ol’ Henry taught you to sing the blues
‘Cause this Vette was built for racing
And that’s just what it’s gonna do
This Corvette was built for racing
And it’s gonna walk all over you
Lots of smoke and the smell of tires burning
At the line, that is your normal deal
And my Vette simply starts it’s tires turning - Yeah!
Just a little chirp or maybe a tiny squeal
This Vette was built for racing
And that’s just what it’s gonna do
This Corvette was built for racing
And it’s gonna walk all over you
After all that talk and your loud braggin’
My Corvette was on top at the end
And maybe you should trade for a station wagon -Yeah!
And I hope you learned a lesson my dear friend
‘Cause this Vette was built for Racing
And that’s what it’s gonna do
This Corvette was built for Draggin’
And it just walked all over you