When we were riding our dirt-bikes around Moab last spring I couldn't believe what people were doing to those Grand Cherokees. There was one in the Slickrock that had opposite corners wedged with the tires barely touching ground. Another in our campround blew his tranny and a CJ there that twisted off both front & rear driveshafts.
A lot of the passengers looked pretty nice too. And I thought Buellers had a lot of fun.
Well I love her But I love the Jeep I spend all day out in the mudd And hell is all I getz But today she met me at the door Said I would have to choose If I hit that muddin' hole today She'd be packin' all her things and she'd be gone by noon
Well I'm gonna miss her When I get home Right now I'm on this bog hollor And I'm waitin' on a tow I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Ya I'm gonna miss her Oh, lookie there, I've got a ride
Now there's a chance If I hurry I could beg her to stay That Jeep's just right And the weather's perfect No tellin' where I might drive today
So I'm gonna miss her When I get home Right now I'm on this mudd hole And I'm drinkin' another beer I'm sure it'll hit me If I walk through that door tonight Ya I'm gonna miss her Oh, lookie there, another wrangler.
Ya I'm gonna miss her Oh, lookie there, Im camping here - tonite.