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That old Preston Tucker kept to his word;
The car of the future just then occurred. Slick disk brakes and the fuel injection’s whine, Made a beautiful sound off the assembly line. 3 bright headlights lit up an entire street. The first seatbelt ever held you to the seat. Extra cargo space was locked up in the hood; The purring V6 engine in the trunk sounded good. The Tucker Torpedo had a streamlined design. Faster than the cops, it could escape from a fine. His old dream came true, this modern car was there, But a crooked politician stole the dream without a care. The factory closed before their chance to sell, Tucker tipped his hat for a kind “farewell”. The public was angry, they all went irate. That was all to be seen of the Tucker 48’.
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