Crossing the desert, behind a strange car, no wheels or tires, bizarre...I pulled closer, to read the license plate, It spelled “REDRUM,” ahh..Nicholson on a date.
It half-explained, that Jack’s aboard, floating down the road, wasn’t anything from Ford. When the license changed to say “WE’RE HERE”, It was ME in the movie, tailgating a sphere.
What the hell, I remembered this is New Mexico, In between cars and trucks, why not a UFO?
If WE’RE the ones, that fill them with fear, I’d better drop back, and not be…tailgating a sphere.
If we had lunch, maybe we could be friends, there’s a place up ahead, that seats aliens. After a beer, it might not be weird, to be in this movie, tailgating a sphere.
I Looked down at my arm, and noticed my skin, had become the grayish/white, of classic alien. I’d rather be human, and stay right here, and wrap this movie…tailgating a sphere. I hope the mother ship, doesn't appear. I hope the final credits, are here.
TAILGATING A SPHERE
VISIBLE PANTY LINES
Visible Panty Lines, when you spot them a crowd. Visible Panty Lines, you feel like cheering out loud. You don't want to attract attention, anyone
to see and mention, you were lost in a heavenly dimension.
Visible Panty Lines, you're so glad, it's the season.
Spring is the perfect time, to lose track of all reason.
You were worried 'bout bills and taxes, now you're humming Santana's "Abraxis," let's face it, the cold
hard fact is:
Those VPL's, put you under a spell, that subtle swell,
Leads you straight to hell, I can tell you,
brother...you better find, another past-time.
You don't want the tension, when she stops you to mention, baby, why don't your eyes meet mine?
You'll realize, you haven't looked up in some time!
Visible Panty Lines, VPL's...Visible Panty Lines, VPL'S
The Golden age of cars arrived, in nineteen-fifty-five.
New suburbs needed wheels, Big 3 rolled out the steel.
American cars took my breath away. I'd take a Ford or a Chevrolet, over a Nissan or Hyundai. American cars...took my breath away.
In the 50s cars were boats, with Power Glide you'd almost float. Down the road in a sea of chrome, living rooms away from home
American cars took my breath away. I'd take a Ford or a Chevrolet. Over a Nissan or Hyundai. American Cars...took
my breath away.
60's muscle cars and trucks, in back seats we had our first _______. 442’s with Holley carbs, figure eights left in yards.
American cars took my breath away. I'd take a Ford or a Chevrolet, over a Nissan or Hyundai. American...cars...took my
Lose the bra, that's what he saw
Lose the garter belt too, leave it all in plain view
I know what's under there…beware.
Lose the bra,
Every man knows that song
Lose the bra,
Let's face it. Men are simple
All we want, is sex and a sandwich
OK, forget the sandwich,
Unless it's pastrami on rye, very lean
Don’t let that pass you by
Lose the bra...stack it neatly.
Not in a mess upon the floor,
Hey baby, lose the bra