First we get some surgery
Lose the kids, then our identities
But one thing I know for a fact
Moustache stays right where it's at
REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me, man, so close to being cured?
We should get together and talk it over
at the Detroiter
Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken
You front the money and I'll do all the talking
Them Yellowjackets keep the tired man from slacking
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me, man, so close to being cured?
Come a little closer honey, I won't bite ya
One more lager and I might learn to like ya
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me, man, so close to being cured?
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me, man, so close to being cured?
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