What can you say about the Supervan?
White with just a hint of black,
It looks kinda like a rusty can,
Gives local law enforcement a heart attack.

Filled with carpet O’brown shag,
A comfy bed twin sized for me,
Loads of places to store my bags
Plus a big cooler for the Henery’s.

The Supervan is always on the go.
It never fails me for long,
As long as I keep pouring in dough,
For those little things that go wrong.

All my friends want a Supervan to tool around.
But I tell them they will have to bear the curse
Of moving Chuck from town to town
And believe me that’s not even the worst.

My Supervan is usually the object of banter
I let people make fun as they will
For it allows me to be free to canter
Around the USA with all the swill.

I will not part with the Supervan because I love it so.
Most people don’t understand the affliction
But if I am to take over New Idaho
I must certainly have the Supervan addiction.

As the Supervan is more than a car
With its spacious accommodations
It carries me both near and far
With lots ‘o space for automatic weapons.

Do not speak badly of the Supervan
It’s destined to be my most trusty steed
When I take over New Idaho land
Those in Atlanta better take heed!

By Chuck
For Tone