The Shredder

This sturdy ramp is made of gold With all our weight it's sure to hold Our driveway ends down at the street Out where the shredder can't be beat I practiced moves out in the yard That way the landings arn't so hard You've seen it in a magazine It's not as easy as it seems When your ball Bearings rust You'll eat my dust Call it a favor Sooner or later You're gonna fall They filled the pool the other day When all the neighborhood complained It's just a quarter after three And there's no where we've got to be Down at the ditch beneath the sun The shredder takes another run My heart is free to ride away Were you expecting it to stay