Twas the night before Christmas and caught at the light, Was a torch red Corvette and no cops in sight. I will try, I will try, I will try with this small motor, To beat this Corvette, it ain't got no blower. As the light goes green and I pull like no joke, The Corvette erupts in clouds of tire smoke. Now Smasher, now Rev-ver, now Stroker, now Blitzin, These are the names of my four VTEC pistons. Racing ahead I'm the star of the action, But I know I'm in trouble when Corvette gets traction. Grabbing second, I hear the RPM's sing, My mirror is blocked by my shopping kart wing. I now hear the roar of the big monster gaining, All I can do is keeping the four-banger straining. In a second, the shock wave hits with a blast, And my stickers go flying, now a thing of the past. Don't bother with third, cause now it's too late, Just try to act cool, like you can relate. Looking up at the 4 tail lights as they get smaller, The driver backs off just to give me a holler, "You can't win them all," he says in fling, "You may not win any, in that silly thing," I smiled and revved as he pulled out of sight, With more stickers tomorrow, i'll give him a fight!