Jack Frost versus The Eliminator
                                               
                                                  



One cold and dreary November night
When all for naught could pierce the blight
There came a curious sound about
No not the sound of a brawl or shout
But a queerer noise from the old grave mound
Like a hungry belly rumbling in the ground
Jack Frost, our Hero, Savior, and drunken sot
Looks upward grimly from his whiskey pot
Knowing his duty shall soon arise
Takes up his gun and knife and more besides
Armed to the teeth he makes his way
Down to the mound, to Stygian fray
While from the depths of icy hell
A machine monster emerges with oily smell
The Eliminator in all it's fury
The Eliminator so long dead buried
The people wail with fear and fright
For they know the wrath and awful might
Of the Eliminator and it's screaming wheels
Of the awful death the speed demon deals
But old Jack Frost is not afraid
He's seen worse in his scarred up days
(She's gone forever so he doesn't care)
He meets the Eliminator with a drunk dead stare
They clash and smash in a blaze of violence
Jack Frost screams his brave defiance
The Eliminator howls in hate filled pain
And much blood is spilled in the streets again
They fought for hours til dawn had neared
In the morning sun the curse disappeared
Without the demon it was just an old hot-rodded car
Jack Frost climbed in and drove it back to the bar