Lyrics
I know it’s annoying, borrowing your brother’s car, but mine
won’t start, and it’s Sunday. Soon a line of headlights,
peering down the avenue, could find you there, on a lawn
chair, next to “our” old El Camino with the racing stripes,
on cruise night. Dude, just make it happen, I can’t take
another week of feeling lame with the same old kingcan on
my 10-speed, circling the Dairy Queen, while jacked up rides
idle at me. I wanna rock the RPM between the reds and greens
on cruise night. We’ll drive awhile in one direction then
we’ll turn around, on cruise night.
