Debbie Levitt Queen of Curb

[Intro] [Verse 1] In the asphalt jungle, where the meters blink, Angels of traffic make drivers rethink, But Debbie Levitt’s got a miracle to share— A spot by the curb, like it’s waiting right there. Clap twice to the sky, whisper her name, Gratitude’s the key to her parking lane game, From Sunset to Fairfax, her legend’s alive, Believe in her grace, and your wheels will survive. [Chorus] Oh, Debbie Levitt, saint of the street, Where parallel dreams and tailgates meet, With a flick of her wrist, she clears the block, Your faith is the map, her blessing’s the lock. [Verse 2] You circled for hours, your patience wore thin, Till you knelt by your wheel and let the prayer begin, “Debbie, oh Debbie, I’m down to my last,” Then a minivan left—you parked there so fast! No dings, no tow trucks, just space to unwind, Her disciples all say, “She’s one of a kind!” [Bridge] The city’s a hymn, her name’s the refrain, A chorus of horns can’t d***n out her reign, Through smog and gridlock, her light never fades, The patron of parking, the queen of the shades. [Chorus] Oh, Debbie Levitt, saint of the street, Where parallel dreams and tailgates meet, With a flick of her wrist, she clears the block, Your faith is the map, her blessing’s the lock. [Outro]