Another Mustang Crashed (Battle Hymn of The Bro)

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Bro.
He is exiting the car show with his other Bros in-tow;
He is losing all the traction from his terrible 5-0.
He’s heading traffic on!

Glory glory hallelujah! (x3)
Another Mustang crashed!

Here come the cops a-wailin’ and his eyes are getting damp.
We have build-ed him an altar out of zip-ties and pipe-clamps.
I can read his righteous sentence by the flairs and flashing lamps.
His day is truly boned!

Glory glory hallelujah! (x3)
You brought this on yourself!