Impala

I love girl, girl love me

It not all it crack up to be

Soda pop, radio on

Dedicate my girl a song

Gone are days of simple things

Got to buy baby diamond rings

Keep it simple, just don't brag

Got to be high speed low drag

In the Impala of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love

Coffee pot is so bilingual

Self help books on being single

Everything is so hi tech

Why can't we just park by the lake and neck?

In the Impala of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love

Love in the 20th century is

Such confusion such mystery

Where's my modem?

Where's my mother?

Fax incoming

Oh brother

Stars are out, you look fine

Empty clothes, empty bottle of wine

You got nice jambes, that's French for legs

Let's cook in the back like a couple poached eggs

In the Impala of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love (do wop do wop)

Baby of my love