A high compression young gal.
An Oldsmobile Pal.
A special woman in her own way.
Big Block Oldsmobile’s her way to say.
How she feels about her daily driver.
A front loaded four fifty fiver.
Does all of her own work.
Her modifications she doesn’t shirk.
Grease under her fingernails.
Tells the world her tales.
Of hard-fought work with a smile.
Cuts and scars give her style.
On the backs of her pretty hands.
She bleeds Royal Purple into the sands.
In her driveway shop.
In her heart nonstop.
Like a Magaflow Pro Star 500.
Guys in her rearview mirror wondered.
What the hell just blew by them.
Oldsmobile Rhapsody in the key of RPM.
Bear witness to the Beauty and the Beast.
This Lady from the Southeast.
Bewitching in her tilted smiles.
An enchantress she beguiles.
All those who come up against her.
She vanishes in a stop light blur.
Most of us Olds guys know it’s her car.
To most of us Olds guys she’s our star.
She’s the real deal alright.
Talking to Missie is a delight.
Her southern drawl is dear to your soul.
She makes us all feel whole.
Would rather go to a drag race than watch football.
Which puts her at the head of my class call.
Likes the smell of race gas and tire smoke.
Would wear it as a perfume and that’s no joke.
Lives and breathes drag cars and hot rods.
Likes the songs of ringing dual quads.
Addicted to big inch hard leavers.
I believe she’s got a bad case of Olds Fever.
This damsel in an Oldsmobile.
This beautiful little lady who’s heart feels.
Everything that’s going thru her ride.
Vehicular gremlins from her cannot hide.
I’m honored to know her.
Your opinion of her I will not defer.
She will always be my friend.
A woman to the very end.
I salute you Missie our Southern Belle.
Your story to my friends I like to tell.
Women like her are rare on a logarithmic scale.
She’s the beauty in this Oldsmobile Tale.