John Waite's not only a Baby, he's a poet. Here's what he said about his beautiful white Mustang: "I really like my car/It makes me really far/It's white and really hot/Hey I'm cool and you are not/Would you like to drive these wheels?/And find out how it feels?/For two quarters and a dime/You can ride it any time." And yeah, even though poor John and his car could be scraped off an L. A. bridge abutment sometime in the near future, oh well. He had a way with words, didn't he?