Geo
Original song: "Rio" |
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Hanging from my rear-view mirror is a fuzzy pair of dice Gotta lot of style, yes my ride is very nice With my custom recessed blinking license plate lights I know my auto is the best I've got a backseat cover that's among the furriest I drive a Geo that was made in '98 I had 'em die press "HOT CAR" on my license plate I think my Star Wars Yoda floor mats really rate Oh Geo, Geo you're my "catch a female" bait One time I hit a peach that was laying in the street It snapped my axle bar and threw me from my seat Now I've got a steering wheel tattoo Because the air bag was just a worn out balloon I drive a Geo that was made in '98 It's got a bumper sticker with a smiley face It shakes and groans whenever I accelerate Oh Geo, Geo, why can't I pick up a date [female laughter aimed at my car] Hey now, woo look at this the exhaust is turning brown Every time that I drive I hope I'll survive It makes me feel alive, alive, alive I wet my pants when I went in a slide and flipped it And it got me thinking this car is trippin', that's just what I'm thinking I drive a Geo that was made in '98 It's almost just as fast as rusty roller skates When women see it they don't want to procreate Oh Geo, Geo why can't you attract a mate I drive a Geo that was made in '98 It squeals like Cindy Brady when I hit the brakes And it'll go in all directions, just not straight Oh Geo, Geo guess I never will get laid goo goo goo goo g'joob goo goo goo goo g'joob goo goo goo goo g'joob |
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