It's a donkey

We're getting sold a donkey

They said it was a Ferrari, classic

The finest engineering, cutting edge

But it's a donkey.

A donkey with bling stirrups and ergonomic saddle

Go faster stripes sprayed on for modern appeal

We're getting sold a donkey, named Ferrari.

It's the best of 800 year old donkeys

But it's not a Ferrari

It doesn't send performance data to track side

To tweak and adjust input and exhaust, real time

It ain't clocking 200k on the straight

You can't change it's shoes in 1.2 seconds

Trade descriptions, this not a Ferrari.

Cross in a box every five years

Deary, deary, dear

It's a donkey.

The mother of all parliaments

Needs to look to the grandkids

Or we will all feel plate tectonics.

They say earthquakes happen

When two adjacent pieces of crust

Move at different rates, one gets stuck

The resulting friction builds up

Until it erupts in violent shock.

The revolution will not be televised

It will not be bought to you by mail train

Or pigeon carrier on velum parchment orginals

But if we don't fix these plate tectonics

It might just come in smoke signals.

I think we've been fooled

They say it's donkey called Ferrari

I think it's really a mule.