'Twas the night before Christmas and in the wickedstang garage,
There wasn't a trace of a Chevy or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with my wicked Stang for a bit.
I pulled the pins and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "looks pretty good."
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade that wicked stang for my sleigh?
I said "no way, Santa" this babies super charged with nos and I started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could take my wicked stang for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "hey! Let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed the wicked stang quietly into the street,
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and I let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With BFG's a' crying and the axcel backs aglow,
We headed on out to Starbucks where the wickedstang crew go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every up shift from the hurst as I went through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!",
So I backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive?"
Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the 4.6 exploded with that JBA exhaust sound!
Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, the monster tach aglow.
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all...........what a great Wicked Stangs Night!!!!!
There wasn't a trace of a Chevy or even a Dodge.
The presents were wrapped and the lights were all lit,
So I figured I'd mess with my wicked Stang for a bit.
I pulled the pins and I lifted the hood,
When a deep voice behind me said "looks pretty good."
Well, as you can imagine, I turned mighty quick,
And there, by the workbench, stood good ol Saint Nick!
We stood there a bit, not too sure what to say,
Then he said "don't suppose that you'd trade that wicked stang for my sleigh?
I said "no way, Santa" this babies super charged with nos and I started to grin,
"But if you've got the time we could take my wicked stang for a spin!"
His round little mouth, all tied up like a bow,
Turned into a smile and he said "hey! Let's go!!"
So as not to disturb all the neighbors' retreat,
We pushed the wicked stang quietly into the street,
Then, taking our places to drift down the hill,
I turned on the key and I let the clutch spill.
The sound that erupted took him by surprise,
But he liked it a lot, by the look in his eyes.
With BFG's a' crying and the axcel backs aglow,
We headed on out to Starbucks where the wickedstang crew go.
And Santa's grin widened, approaching his ears,
With every up shift from the hurst as I went through the gears.
Then he yelled "can't recall when I've felt so alive!",
So I backed off the gas and said "you wanna drive?"
Ol Santa was stunned when I gave him the keys,
When he walked past the headlights he shook at the knees!
Then the 4.6 exploded with that JBA exhaust sound!
Santa let out the clutch and the tires shook the ground!
Power shift into second, again into third!
I sat there just watching, the monster tach aglow.
Then I heard him exclaim as we blasted from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all...........what a great Wicked Stangs Night!!!!!
