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• Artiste: David Roth
• Titre: Long White Car
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A long white car pulled up right on the runway A plane touched down and taxi-ed toward the gate A marching band struck up a round of "Hallelujah Chorus" The ever-throbbing crowd could hardly wait The landing gear concluded it's rotation The rolling stairway clamped on to the flight The heavy metal doorway swung wide open And there he stood, from head to toe in white He waved a coupla times and then was taken They whisked him to the waiting limousine The long white car was off for eight appointments If you've ever been to LA then you know just what that means It means you're gonna spend your day out on the freeway It means you're gonna spend some time there with the stars Even if you're well connected in the City of the Angels All the power in Heaven and Earth won't move the cars About halfway through the day there came a knocking The driver rolled the window down, responding to his guest Who by this time had got a little antsy (who could blame him) And thus offered up the following request "You know, my friend, in Europe where I come from I never get to drive at all at home It looks like so much fun I wonder if you'd let met try it After all, as you might say here, 'When in Rome'" So the driver and his passenger switched places And the car rolled slowly back on to the road When not too long thereafter it began to pick up speed And so did the state trooper who followed "Can I see your license and your registration?" As the tinted window lowered into gear Revealing only then the Holy Pilot At which point the trooper said, "Just wait right here." "Headquarters, this is Nine, I got a problem I just flagged down a limo and I'm not sure what to do It was speeding, it was swerving, it was really quite unnerving But it's someone really big, by every clue "Who?" said the dispatcher to the trooper "Is it the Mayor?" but the trooper answered, "Bigger." "The Governor?" she asked again, the trooper said, "I wish" And then she choked "Oh Lord, the Senator" with vigor "You're getting warm," the trooper chortled shrilly The dispatcher said, "Oh no, I think I figure You mean to say you've pulled over the President today." All the trooper said this time "Way bigger." "I surrender, I give up" she said, "who is it?" And the trooper finally said these words to her "I don't know who's riding but they must be influential 'Cause whoever's got the Pope for a chauffeur