"El Camino" lyrics - 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 1972 refurb

El Camino (brown and tangerine)
El Camino (drinkin' gasoline)
El 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 Camino (brown and tangerine)
El Camino (drinkin' gasoline)
Camino (lean and obscene)
El Camino (good, I guess I rode)

At the 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
And if I wake up married, I'll have to annul it
Right now my hands are in his mullet

In that Camino (brown and tangerine)
El Camino (drinkin' gasoline)
Camino (lean and obscene)
El Camino (drinkin' gasoline)
Camino (brown and tangerine)
Camino (lean and obscene)
Camino (drinkin' gasoline)
Camino (brown and tangerine)