And now I am trying to do both. Maybe Marty Robbins,
"Out in the West Texas town of Sheboygan, I fell in love with a CL550"
Night-time would find me in Rosa's cantina;
Music would play and the CL550 would whirl.
Blacker than night were the lights of Mercedez,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this little black dream car;
I was in love but in vain, I could tell.
OR
To the town of Sheboygan rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a CL550 and it fit
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Life is to short to drink cheap wine.
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