Bitchin' Camaro

- Hey Jack, what's happenin'?

- I don't know.

- Well uh, rumour around town says you mighht be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to

the shore.

- Uh, yeah, I think I'm gonna go down to thhe shore.

- Whadda ya gonna do down there?

- Uh, I don't know, p-play some video gamess, buy some Def Leppard t-shirts.

- Don't forget your Motley Crue t-shirt; y'know all proceeds go to get their

lead singer out a' jail.

- Uh huh.

- Can't wait to go down. Hey uh, were ya gonna check out the sand bar while

you're down there?

- Uh, what's the Sand Bar?

- Ah, it's a place that lets sixteen year-old kids drink.

- Ah, cool.

- Ya hey, guess who's gonna be there?

- Uh, who?

- My favourite cover band, Crystal Ship.

- Wow.

- Yeah, they do a Doors show, you'd be reallly impressed, in fact, it goes a

little like this:

Love me two times baby

Love me twice today

Love me two times girl

Cause I got AIDS

Love me two times baby,

once for tomorrow,

once cause I got AIDS

- Uh...

- Pretty good Jim Morrison impersonation there. I hope those guys have a

good sense a' humour and don't take us into court.

- Uh, what's the court?

- Never mind that, the important thing heree...

- You mean the People's Court.

- The... Now, that's another story. The impportant thing here is that we get

to the part where you ask me how I'm gonna get down to the shore.

- Oh, how you gettin' down to the shore?

- Funny you should ask, I've got a car now..

- Ah wow, how'd ya get a car?

- Oh, my folks drove it up here from the Bahamas.

- You're kidding!

- I must be, the Bahamas are islands. Okay, the important thing here is

that, uh, you ask me what kinda car it is.

- Uh uh, what kinda car do ya' got?

- I've got a bitchin' Camaro...

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Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro!

I ran over my neighbors

Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro!

Now I'm in all the papers

My folks bought me a bitchin' Camaro

With no insurance to match

So if I happen to run you 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!

Donuts on your lawn

Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro!

Tony Orlando and Dawn

When I drive past the kids

They all spit and cuss

Cause I've got a bitchin' Camaro

And they have to ride the bus

So you'd better get out of my way

When I come through your yard

Cause 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'm drunk on unleaded!