Rod — Hey Jack, what’s happenin’?
Joe — Oh, I don’t know.
Rod — Well, rumor around town says you think
you might be heading down to the shore.
Joe — Uh, yeah, I think I’m goin’ down to the shore.
Rod — Whatcha gonna do down there?
Joe — Uh, I don’t know, play some video games,
buy some Def Leppard t-shirts.
Rod — Hey, don’t forget to get your Motley Crue t-shirt,
y’know, all proceeds go to get their lead singer out of jail.
Joe — Uh huh.
Rod — Hey, you gonna check out the Sandbar while you’re there?
Joe — Uh, what’s the Sandbar?
Rod — Oh, it’s this place that lets sixteen year-old kids drink.
Joe — Oh, cool.
Rod — Y’know who’s gonna be there?
Joe — Uh, who?
Rod — My favorite cover band, Crystal Shit.
Joe — Oh.
Rod — 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
Joe — Wow, Pretty good Jim Morrison impersonation there.
Rod — Yeah, I hope those guys have a good sense of humor
and don’t take us to court.
Joe — Uh, what’s the court?
Rod — Never mind that,
Joe — Oh, you mean like the People’s Court?
Rod — Well, that’s another story;
the important thing here is you gotta ask me how
I’m gonna get down to the shore.
Joe — Uh, how you gonna get down to the shore?
Rod — Funny you should ask, I’ve got a car now.
Joe — Oh wow, how’d you get a car?
Rod — Oh my parents drove it up here from the Bahamas.
Joe — You’re kidding!
Rod — I must be, the Bahamas are islands,
okay, the important thing now,
is that you ask me what kind of car I have.
Joe — Uh, what kinda car do ya’ got?
Rod — I’ve got a BITCHIN CAMARO!
BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
I ran over my neighbors
BITCHIN CAMARAO, 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.
