But the nice thing about it, it was a pickup truck,
but it was a chvelle.
You can get it with an SS package and up to like a
450 horsepower, 454 engine in it, and a four speed transmission,
positraction rear end, all kinds of sway bars.
handle like a 'vet, and go like a son of a bitch.
Another summer night, blasting down the Pike
got my windows down and a cooler to my right.
Here to say everything's gonna be alright, broken lines,
stretchin' out in my headlights, burnt orange with a black hard top.
Positraction into the exhaust.
Like an angel with three speeds and tires,
She'll never break my heart or fuck with my mind.
Rest stops flashing by,neon lights punch a hole in the night sky
fell like Magellan on an asphalt sea, as close to heaven as I'll ever be.
Shurpin' gears, and drinkin' Ponies never give a goddamn 'bout what they've told me
So it's a buck twenty and a sixty five I put the pedal to the floor
and I drive
El camino
93 to 3 all away to the way to the Cape
Seventy two SS with a small block V8.
Passin' all the shitty plastic rolling mistakes
Gettin' all boned up and kickin' back to the reggae
I'll never sleep, I'm the fuck awake.
All four barrels pumpin' gas into the intake.
I ain't drivin' I'm drifting, and you can talk all day
but that don't mean I have to listen.
break on the highway always drives me fuckin' nuts.
the only thing worse is gettin' tailed by the Fuzz
So it's blue lights flashing in your mirrors
it's just a crown vic jammed full of buzz interferance.
So I shift gears and let them pass on the left,
and everyone just keeps your drinks down for a sec
I'm all like " Officer don't hurt me please, 'cause ain't got nothing but weed "
El camino
Officer don't hurt me please, 'cause i've got nothing but weed ( x 4 )
