COTD: Dance, Bernd Rosemeyer, dance edition

As if the song American Pie needed any more pop-cultural props; here we go again. This time, however, that hackneyed ditty's been recast to capture the melancholia of a forgotten, stillborn super-sports car and a towering Grand Prix driver cut down in his prime. And yet, its up-tempo chorus offers hope for rebirth and renewal.

To be honest, I didn't want to put up another lyrics-based comment as COTD, but Wheatieboy's bit here fits the bill for its multidimensionality. First, it conjures the image of a dancing Bernd Rosemeyer (I'm picturing the watusi). Second, it delivers a heartfelt appeal I'm sure all Jalops would like to echo: "Hey, someone with a shiteload of money, build this thing, if just for the sheer awesomeness of it." And so, with apologies to Don McLean. Here it is.

A long long time ago
I can still remember
How the Audi made me smile.
And I knew that if I had the chance
That I could make Bernd Rosemeyer dance
And maybe he'd rest easy, for a while.
But every supercar that made me shiver
Their engines sent my spine a-quiver.
A madness of my mind-set
I couldn't take, one more step.
And I can't remember if I cried
When I saw the plans of a car that died
But something touched me deep inside
The day Jalops did rise.

And they sang
Buy buy, Mr, Glickenhaus buy.
Buy the plans and buy a Veyron and make this your new ride.
Us good old boys, would sure love a surprise
Oh today please Mr Glickenhaus buy,
Today, Mr Glickenhaus buy.