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SINGER: Dead Milkmen
SONG: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, (interrupts) 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 camaro, 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.
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