F! that Pothole

(Verse 1) In ol’ Florence town, ‘neath blue Alabama skies, A crater was born where the shopping carts roll by. At the Great Publix-Home Depot-Ross divide, Where tires go to die and our patience is tried. (Verse 2) They say in Florence, rents are on the climb, “Live for more,” they tease, but less is what we find. At the crossroads of commerce, our cars do weep, For the pothole’s so deep, you could lose a Jeep! (Chorus) Hey “Betterton,” tell us true, Was Florence better off before you? The pothole is viral, that’s our new claim to Fame, but “F! no” to potholes is our new civic game! Yes, I said F bang! [Verse 3] In ol' Florence town, where the parking lots rough, we got jokes on memes, seems it's never enough. We chuckle through the chaos, the mechanical assault While the council’s excuses still do a somersault. (Chorus) Hey “Betterton,” where’s your plan? a watery chasm, or a better land? The pothole is viral, that’s our new claim to Fame, but “F! no” to potholes is our new game! Yes, I said F bang! F Bang!