(by Elizabeth Cook)



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