Driving down the back roads, 
A beer between my legs.
I get the funny feeling, 
Things are about to change.
A glance in my rear view mirror, 
A cop do I see.
A breathelizers I must take, 
He says dropp to your knees.
I do as I am told for, 
a large pistol do I see.
I guess the drive was worth, the beer
No ticket I receive.........                
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