The Red Car and the Blue Car had a race
All Red wants to do is stuff his face
He eats everything he sees
From trucks to prickly trees
But smart old Blue he chose the Milky Way
He's looking for a tasty treat, fluffy and light
'Cos he knows it won't spoil his appetite
Oh no, the bridge has gone
Old Red can't carry on
But smart old Blue he chose the Milky Way