Don't forget to pick me up on your way south!! 
A quick rant on somebody's talk show, a heart attack in a sack ...
We have 466 miles to Columbia,
We've got a full tank of gas
1/2 a pack of cigarettes,
It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses
Our Lady of Blessed Acceleration, Don't fail us now!
Hit it!
By the way, Cooptire and the Kansas M's could meet us in KC as chaperones
