Muffin's Ride

(Verse 1) In the town of Bluey, there's a pup named Muffin, With her '58 Fury, she's never bluffin'. With fins that could slice through the night, She's a sight to behold under the moon's light. (Chorus) Muffin in her Fury, roarin' down the lane, With a rockin' rhythm, she's got the reins. From the drive-in to the dance hall, she's the belle, In her sleek Plymouth Fury, she rides oh so well. (Verse 2) With a bandana tied around her neck just right, Muffin's ready to rock, all through the night. With that 50s flair and attitude bold, In her Fury, she's a story to be witnessed. (Bridge) She's burnin' rubber on the open road, With her ol' cousin Bluey, sharing the load. They're livin' fast, livin' free, In that '58 Fury, it's the place to be. (Guitar Solo) (Chorus) Muffin in her Fury, roarin' down the lane, With a rockabilly rhythm, she's got the reins. From the drive-in to the dance hall, she's the belle, In her sleek Plymouth Fury, a ride oh so cool. (Outro) So if you catch a glimpse of Muffin's ride, 'er '58 Fury, taking pride. Just tip your hat and let out a cheer, For the queen of the drags!