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Mustang Romeo
Well, hitch up your pants, Wayne
Wax down the Mustang
Wipe all the toothpaste off of your chin
Slap on your toupee
Let loose the hairspray
Pop in the clutch and let the Michelins spin.
Here comes love, kicking up a fuss
He's a Mustang Rom-ee-yo-da-lay-hee-ho
Shrouded in a cloud of that red clay dust
Comes a Mustang Rom-ee-yo-da-lay-hee-ho
A Mustang Romeo
Well he's a few cards short of that fifty-two card
deck
A few pumps shy of really priming the well
Downside of thirty and a longshot from purty
Recess is over but he can't hear the bell
He's nothing but a chrome-y lug nut
He's a Mustang Rom-ee-yo-da-lay-hee-ho
Shrouded in a cloud of that red clay dust
Comes a Mustang Rom-ee-yo-da-lay-hee-ho
A Mustang Romeo
Spinning in, grining with his chin out the window
at the Tastee-Freez
And he's laughing at the drive thru kids who's saying
'couldn't you turn down your gol-dang radio, please?'
He's eight years out of that stupid old high school
Working at Denny's he's got benefits, too
Well, his folks are wishing he would move off to college
Can't they understand it? Man, he's finally cool!
He's nothing but a chrome-y lug nut
He's a Mustang Rom-ee-yo-da-lay-hee-ho
Shrouded in a cloud of that red clay dust
Comes a Mustang Rom-ee-yo-da-lay-hee-ho
A Mustang Romeo
He knows!
© Joe Williams 1998
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