Camaro Man Lyrics

He's got a Z-Door daydream
It's a fantasy
Chrome plated pipe dream
Watch it gleam
It's a sweet 350
It's a laser beam

Oh, oh, it's Camaro Man

Everybody's wasted
They're sucking smoke
He'll finish first place
"-He's the most
You won't find a trace of him
Coast to coast

Oh, oh, it's Camaro Man!

Alright ladies and gentlemen, we've got a real pressure-cooker here. At the line, it's a red mint Camaro, and it's all balls in a '66 Buick Special. Four-three-two-one and let's race It's chrome to chrome, door hinge to door hinge, wheel to wheel and the Camaro makes his move he's pulling out he's hit 5th gear! It's a winner! It's a winner! It's it's Camaro Man All the babes are fingers
Through his mullet dooooo
And the boys are pissed off
It's the way he moves
So sorry, honey
There's no room for you

Oh, oh, it's Camaro Man!

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