Wednesday, October 04, 2000

Perform following while wearing large floppy hat, big sunglasses and making suitable sweeping gestures in keeping with the lyrics or merely for the hell of it. Kiss-kiss looks towards the audience are also necessary. Failing this resort on the internet, I shall include zany (look, Ry! It's the word "zany"!!) links as interest dictates.

Baby you can drive my car,
'Cause yo! I'm gonna be a star.
Baby you can drive my car,
And maybe I won't tell your parole officer.
Meep meep, meep meep; Yeah!

(Deep and meaningful guitar solo...)

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