New Chevrolet In Flames

We were drinking colorado bulldogs

When inspiration struck

And we knew it was high time

For us to change our own luck

We cracked a couple coca colas open

Mixed them up with vodka and some coffee liqueur

Poured in some cold milk, raised our glasses high to old friends

My love for you is ninety-eight percent pure

But the two percent that remains

Has fried the circuits in my brain

I got out my smoking jacket

You put on some fishnets and your smart black beret

We cut quite a figure in the mirror

And then we were on our way

Oh would that you would kiss me

With the kisses of your mouth

'Cause your mouth is sweeter than wine

And has a more complicated history than the American South

As the evening

Took us in

You could've popped the tension

With a safety pin

We went down to Pete Brown Chevrolet

'Cause Pete Brown can satisfy all your new car needs

We were nicely oiled by then

Our internal transponders picking up satellite feeds

From well worn ancient places

Our eager young sales rep handed us the keys

We drove about three quarters of a mile

All that's left for us now are moments like these

We parked behind the high school away from the light

And the flames climbed high into the night