Benny is my second son.
He rides shot-gun.
His hair is long and wavy.
He thinks his life is a bit crazy.
Like a Wookie, alot he can eat.
In arm wrestling, he can't be beat.
We started to call him Chewbaca,
'cause his height made you say ahh-ahhh.
Then big brother started drivin',
second son never mindin',
that in the passenger seat he had to be
That's when we heard Ben say, "I call Chewy!"
Chewy for Chewbaca
Riding shotgun in the Falcon
Han Solo at the gears
Space jumpin' thru the years.
Glad your truck doesn't have hyper-speed
'cause as your Mother, I'd surely need,
The Force to bring you home,
Safe and sound and in one piece.
Becoming Yoda at the door,
Tellin' your brother, "Fast drivin' you'll do no more."
Fortunately, for your Mother Dear,
Rick is your bro, the truck is slow
and Luke and Han Solo are nowhere near.
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