| Lyrics: | Title: Bitchin' Camaro
Hey Jack, what's happenin'?
Oh, I don't know. Well,
rumor around town says you think you might be
heading down to the shore. Uh, yeah, I think
I'm goin' down to the
shore. Whatcha gonna do down there? Uh, I don't know, play some
video
games, buy some Def Leppard t-shirts. Hey, don't forget to get your Motley
Crue
t-shirt, y'know, all proceeds go to get their lead singer out of jail.
Uh huh. Hey, you
gonna check out the sand bar while you're there? Uh,
what's the Sand Bar? Oh, it's this
place that lets sixteen year-old kids
drink. Oh, cool. Y'know who's gonna be there? Uh, who?
My favorite cover
band, Crystal Shit. Oh. Yeah, they do a Doors show, you'd be
really
impressed, in fact, it goes a little like this:
Love me two times
baby
Love me twice today (short musical pause)
Love me two times girl
Cause I got
AIDS
Love me two times baby, once for tomorrow, once cause I got AIDS
Wow, Pretty
good Jim Morrison impersonation there.
Yeah, I hope those guys have a good sense of humor and
don't take us to court.
Uh, what's the court?
Never mind that,
(interupts)Oh, you
mean like the People's Court?
Well, that's another story; the important thing here is you gotta
ask me
how I'm gonna get down to the shore.
Uh, how you gonna get down to the
shore?
Funny you should ask, I've got a car now.
Oh wow, how'd you get a car?
Oh my
parents drove it up here from the Bahamas.
You're kidding!
I must be, the Bahamas are
islands, okay, the important thing now, is
that you ask me what kind of car I have.
Uh,
what kinda car do ya' got?
I've got a
BITCHIN CAMARO!
BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN
CAMARO
I ran over my neighbors, BITCHIN CAMARAO, BITCHIN CAMARO,
Now it's in all the
papers.
My folks bought me a BITCHIN CAMARO with no insurance to match;
So if you happen
to run me down, please don't leave a scratch.
I ran over some old lady one night at the county
fair;
And I didn't get arrested, because my dad's the mayor.
BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN
CAMARO
Doughnuts on your lawn
BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
Tony Orlando and
Dawn
When I drive past the kids, they all spit and cuss,
Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO
and they have to ride the bus.
So you'd better get out of my way, when I run through your
yard;
Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO;
And an Exxon credit card.
BITCHIN CAMARO,
BITCHIN CAMARO
Hey, man where ya headed?
BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
I drive on
unleaded |
