More Things Namor Doesn't Say Anymore...and His Little Deuce Coupe

Hey, remember the days when Namor, the Sub-Mariner, roamed around America, heading down the highway, looking for adventure, a hard-traveling hero with tiny itty-bitty wings on his ankles which meant he could fly where ever he went? Of course you do.

So why the Sam Scratch did he need The Sub-Mariner-Mobile?!?





One foot on the brake and one on the gas, hey!
Well, there's too much traffic, I can't pass, no!




So I tried my best illegal move
A big black and white come and crushed my groove again!




Go on and write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive




Take my license n' all that jive
I can't drive...55!




So I signed my name on number twenty-four, hey!
Yeah, the judge said, "Boy, just one more,"




I'm gonna throw your ass in the city joint
Looked me in the eye, said, "You get my point?"
I said "Yeah, oh yeah!"




Write me up for 125
Post my face, wanted dead or alive




Take my license, all that jive
Oh, yeah!




I can't drive...

55!!!

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Now fire this up and read it again!