I bought another Mazda3 GT
This will be my fourth
I keep buying the same car
Because I know what they’re worth
They look like little Asian cars
Of no particular distinction
A pretty silhouette and lines
But nothing would give you an inkling
That under the modest hood
Behind the oval eyes
Between the alloy wheels
Is where a little monster lies
I can blow a 3 series Bimmer
Into dust at the lights
I’ll dodge a streetcar’s front end
When it’s less than 20 feet tight
On the highway, 140 is comfortable
It’s steady at 100 miles per hour
Yet it has some low end torque too
Just for hill climbing power
The steering is tight,
I know just how far
I can push her
Before I roll the car
I know because I rolled one
And then I drove it home
Which also proves the rollover
Protection is second to none
I use one kind of computer
Just one pen, one phone
Is it any wonder my cars
Are all carved from the same stone?
Every one I buy is cheaper
Than the one I bought last time
Because 2007 isn’t getting any closer
And that’s when they changed the line
I don’t like the recent cars
As much as I like the ones I buy
They have more bells and whistles
Less power, more to go awry
So I bought another Mazda3 GT
This will be my fourth
I keep buying the same car
Because I know what they’re worth