And now for something completely different.
I get songs stuck in my head a lot. As I do, they tend to morph into new songs based on the things I see around me. Sometimes I write them down. Usually, when I do, people ask me not to.
Unfortunately for you, I never listen; so without further ado, Ode to the Pinto, or: On Pinto, In Melancholy.
‘Twas several years ago, an oil crisis hit our lands
We found that our consumption had thrust change into our hands
But “Never fear!” the makers cried,
“We have a great replacement ride!”
What luck we have to get to drive a Pinto!
This little car claimed driving joy without a compromise
A large car’s luxury compressed into a smaller size!
The catch came quickly to the fore
If another car compressed it more
How wonderful to get to drive a Pinto!
To ward off European competition was its role.
Though not as planned, it nonetheless succeeded in its goal.
The Germans did not fall from grace,
But Japanese cars took their place
Oh don’t just blame the undeserving Pinto!
Perhaps you’re right, that isn’t fair, there’s blame to go around.
The other makers’ offerings were hardly very sound!
But nonetheless it helped to prove,
We won’t just follow every move
By makers building cars as bad as Pinto!
Now thirty years have passed and many lessons have we learned.
We’ve showed the automakers that respect, it must be earned!
And they’ve showed us that they have heard,
By letting us be Caliber’d
A car that’s almost better than the Pinto!
So now the automakers claim that they don’t understand
Why all their current offerings are univers’lly panned.
The designers, we all need to force
Into a Hooniversity course
And never see again crap like the Pinto!