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Rough Neighborhood

The joyriding Martians are getting their kicks.
They’ve discovered a rover way out in the sticks.
They screech and do donuts, they go into skids.
They’re a bunch of damn hoodlums, those little green kids!
They wake all the neighbors with loud, drunken squeals
As they take a tight corner on only two wheels.
Then they crash it and torch it and head for the bars.
You DON’T leave a car unattended on Mars!

 

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