L-O-L-A

(the ballad of sleazy rider, or, apologies to the kinks,
and everyone else, for that matter.)

Well I met her in a shop out in North Concord
Where the guys sit around and shoot the crapola.
P-O-L-A crapola,
I hopped on her seat and revved her up,
In a deep purple voice she said

VroomVroomVroomVra-lola,
L-O-L-A, Lola,
VroomVroomVroomVra-lola...

She sucked gasoline and we ran all night,
Under sodium vapor light,
The stars were out, but darker than i wished.
Then she stopped dead in traffic and
We nearly got squished.
Well I'm not the world's most physical type and
When i pushed her home i nearly fell on my Lola...

VroomVroomVroomVra-lola,
L-O-L-A, Lola,
VroomVroomVroomVra-lola...

Well, i'm not dumb so someone tell me
How she vrooms rice burner,
but stalls harley*?
It took them a while, a long time i think,
but they straightened out her gas line,
it was merely a kink*...

VroomVroom...etcetera chorus...

i took her home,
i polished her chrome,
i shined her and she shined me...
and that's the way that i want it to stay and
i always want it to be that way
with my Lola...

VraVroomVroom Lola...

Well, i'm not the world's savviest chick
i know what i am on the road, i'm a hick.
but not my Lola -

VraVroomVroom Lola, Lo-lo-lola-lola...
(etcetera, as motorsickle fades into the night...)


*i did say apologies...
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