Elizabeth CookEl Camino

I know this guy, he's all wrong for me He wears shirts that are trippin on lsd I must be high as a kite on diesel fumes He got me sportin' bell bottoms and braids to school I never thought he'd get this far Certainly not in that kind of funky-ass car He's been pickin me up everyday at the curb In his nineteen seventy-two refurb El camino (Brown and Tangerine) El camino (Drinkin gasoline) Camino (Lean and obscene) El camino I told him your car is creepy man And not in a gangsta kinda way But in a perv kinda way You got a lot of nerve drivin that kind of car And takin me fishing out to the park You're like some dude on blow in that movie Boogie Nights And this Friday night you wanna go to the fights in your... After Saturday matinee roller derby We went parking and things got blurry I thought man I can't get much hotter And then I caught a whiff of pina colada And we were making love in the disco era And he was Travolta and I was Farrah I was like man what is happening here Dude must of put a qualude in my beer If I wake up married, I'll have to annul it Right now my hands are in his mullet
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