Oh, It's the Bob all the ice and snow and the surly slush upon the road

Oh the selfie spray upon my window makes me wish that I'd replaced my wiper blades.

My wiper, wiper, wiper bla.

My wiper, wiper bla.

My wiper, wiper, wiper blades.

My wiper, weper, wiper blades.

I wish that I'd replace my wiper plate

salty spray from semis that to pass

they turned my windshield into bathroom glass

I turned the knob but I come to the conclusion that I did not fill up my washer solution. My wiper, wafer, wafer fluid. My wiper, wafer fluid. My wiper, wiper wiper flubed.

My wiper wiper wiper fluid.

I wish that I'd replace my wiper fluid.

Down the express. I wish that I'd replace my wiper fluid.

Down the expressway 80 M. P.

I can make out headlights, daylights,

frosted shapes.

But down by the dashes the clearing where it both plays do scrape I can see fine if I lay on the

passenger scene My wepper wepper wep for play My wep for white, for, white, for, white, for plays.

My wife for, white, for, wife, for blades.

I wish that I'd replaced my wife or play.

Newbers.

Summer's here with depressed bugs and flies,

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