Why must you be so fickle?
Your gas flows in naught but a trickle
Your sound is sublime
But you don’t work all the time
And I’m left in a bit of a pickle.
ALTERNATE VERSION:
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who looked at his carb and said “fuck it!”
The choke was all wrong
It wasn’t running so strong
So he said to himself “I’ll just chuck it”