Clio Clio

The Clio, oh the Clio, a car of speed and style
But beneath the shiny paint, a danger hides a while
They say it's quick and nimble, a joy to drive
But the truth is, it's a weapon where bandits thrive
Clio, Clio, does this thing even need a brake?
Irating about to suffer, no way to overtake
Driven by the reckless, the bandits and the bold
Clio, Clio, I feel like I'm being trolled

They push the limits, they fly past red lights
Ignoring warnings, stewards have them in their sights
Their egos oversized, they think theyre a big shot
The Clio becomes a weapon, they've lost the plot
Clio, Clio, does this thing even need a brake?
Irating about to suffer, no way to overtake
Driven by the reckless, the bandits and the bold
Clio, Clio, I feel like I'm being trolled

Only one car registered for the race, it was you
Low participation, you'll probably still finish P2
Driving your renault, you think youre a fucking star
You finished first, of course, but youre the only car
Clio, Clio, does this thing even need a brake?
Irating about to suffer, no way to overtake
Driven by the reckless, the bandits and the bold
Clio, Clio, I feel like I'm being trolled

The news reports are full of stories, of crashes and of pain
The Clio's reputation, forever stained
But the bandits don't care, they'll keep on pushing the line
Their recklessness a danger, a tragedy in time

Clio, Clio, does this thing even need a brake?
Eye rating about to suffer, no way to overtake
Driven by the reckless, the bandits and the bold
Clio, Clio, I feel like I'm being trolled
Clio, Clio, does this thing even need a brake?
Irating about to suffer, no way to overtake
Driven by the reckless, the bandits and the bold
Clio, Clio, I feel like I'm being trolled (I'm being trolled)

Clio, Clio, I feel like I'm being trolled (I'm being trolled)
Clio, Clio, I feel like I'm being trolled (I'm being trolled)
I'm being trolled



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Chaloner
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