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Back in January we picked up our van,
We didnt know where to go, we didnt have a plan.
With teddy bears on the side, we eyed her with lust,
we named her Boo Boo, out WICKED wonder bus.
Off the beaten track we decided to roam,
With beds always with us, we felt right at home!
Off to the mountains, we climbed up some hills,
The van provided adventure, we could enter at will.
At the top of the mountain, where the Greyhound doesnt go,
We found bikers and potheads, but not a sighting of snow!
We stayed on people`s drives, in people`s back yards,
we drank gallons of Goon, and sent no postcards.
We ran out of petrol, and hitchiked some rides,
we could always surf as we drove with the tides.
In hostel rooms, with alchohol under ban,
So we said, "oh f**k it, we will party in the van"
We joined the wicked cult, waving at other drivers,
passing long journey like Cleo up the Khyber.
We`ve all loved our wonderbus, we`ll be sad to see her go,
we could have shed tears, but we wouldnt let it show.
So if you get Teddy Bears, her name is BOO BOO,
We`ve loved her dearly, and hope you will too!!!
Hope you enjoy our little poem.We had a WICKED time (thats actually a normal saying, not just a shameless plug fo $100), thanks for that!
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