Lyrics Bitchin' Camaro - The Dead Milkmen

Hey Jack, what's happenin'?
I don't know
Well, uh, rumor around town says you might be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore
Uh, yeah, I think I'm gonna go down to the shore
Whadda ya gonna do down there?
Uh, I don't know
Play some video games, 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 favorite cover band, Crystal Shit
Wow
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
Love me two times girl
'Cause I got AIDS
Love me two times baby
Once for tomorrow
Once 'cause I got AIDS

Pretty good Jim Morrison impression there
I hope those guys have a good sense a' humor and don't take us into court
Uh, what's the court?
Never mind that, the important thing here-
You mean the People's Court
The- now, that's another story
The important 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!

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!