Synthesis Studios - Legendary Coustang

Yo, check it, in the land of rides and rubber,
There's a beast, no other, undercover,
A starburst blue, no gloom, called the Custang, brother,
Half Mustang, half Cougar, no room for another.

Got those Thundercat rims, spinning wild, so free,
Fuzzy white on the seats, pure luxury, you see,
But when he rolls down the street, with his cassette mix on repeat,
Girls just pass, they don't greet, as he blasts, "Come feel the beat!"

Custang, Custang, rolling through the 'hood,
The bass is banging, but it's misunderstood,
He's a legend in his mind, so fine, so good,
But the Custang, oh the Custang, never catching the goods.

Now, our hero, he tries, with his dice in the mirror,
Hopes flying high, but the girls, they just sneer,
White wheel covers shine, but no lady comes near,
His pick-up lines crash, disappear, year by year.

He thinks he's the king, with his bass line a' thumping,
But all he's got coming is a big, fat nothing,
Riding down Main Street, his engine loudly humming,
Girls look once, then run, his chances plummeting.

Custang, Custang, a spectacle in blue,
With dreams of romance, but alas, none come true,
He's the night's brightest star, if only he knew,
But the Custang, oh the Custang, lonely and askew.

In his mind, he's a hero, a Casanova in steel,
But reality's harsh, makes a hard deal,
With every failed attempt, it's a comedic reel,
In the world of love, he's lost his wheel.

But give him some credit, 'cause he never stops trying,
Despite all the nos, and the girls all denying,
He's got spirit, he's got flair, there's no denying,
One day he'll find love, or at least, stop the crying.

So here's to the Custang, with its loud, booming bass,
A monument to dreams, in a lonely chase,
May one day he find, a sweet, smiling face,
To ride shotgun in his ride, through time and space.

Custang, Custang, what a hilarious ride,
A teenage dream, with nowhere to hide,
But in this crazy quest, he's got nothing but pride,
The legendary Custang, with his owner, side by side.

Yet, twist of fate, the story takes a dive,
Our starburst legend didn't survive,
Ended up at Pick-a-Part, no more high-five,
For space parts, it was stripped, no longer alive.

But let's not weep, for it's not truly the end,
In car heaven, it's just around the bend,
With every piece that's sold, it's like we send,
A part of our Custang, to mend, and to lend.

So here's to the ride, and its final parts parade,
A legacy in metal, that never will fade,
In memories, in stories, its legend's been made,
The Custang's journey, from spotlight to shade.

Written by:
Larry Bowden

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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