[Intro]
"Hey Jack, what's happenin'?"
"I don't know."
"Well, uh, rumor around town says you might be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore."
"Uh, yeah, I think I'm gonna go down to the shore."
"Whadda ya gonna do down there?"
"Uh, I don't know, play some video games, buy some Def Leppard T-shirts."
"Don't forget your Mötley Crüe T-shirt; y'know all proceeds go to get their lead singer outta jail."
"Uh huh."
"Can't wait to go down. Hey uh, were ya gonna check out the sand bar while you're down there?"
"Uh, what's the Sand Bar?"
"Ah, it's a place that lets 16-year-old kids drink."
"Ah, cool."
"Ya hey, guess who's gonna be there?"
"Uh, who?"
"My favorite cover band, Crystal Shit."
"Wow."
"Yeah, they do a Doors show, you'd be really impressed, in fact, it goes a little like this:

"Love me two times baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times girl
Cause I got AIDS
Love me two times baby
Once for tomorrow
Once cause I got AIDS"
"Pretty good Jim Morrison impression there."
"I hope those guys have a good sense of humor and don't take us into court."
"Uh, what's the court?"
"Never mind that, the important thing here..."
"You mean the People's Court."
"Now, that's another story."
The important thing here is that we get to the part
Where you ask me how I'm gonna get down to the shore."
"Oh, how you gettin' down to the shore?"
"Funny you should ask, I've got a car now."
"Ah wow, how'd ya get a car?"
"Oh, my folks drove it up here from the Bahamas."
"You're kidding!"
"I must be, the Bahamas are islands. Okay, the important thing here is that, uh, you ask me what kinda car it is."
"Uh uh, what kinda car do ya' got?"
"I've got a bitchin' Camaro..."

[Verse 1]
Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro!
I ran over my neighbors
Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro!
Now I'm in all the papers

My folks bought me a bitchin' Camaro
With no insurance to match
So if I happen to run you down
Please don't leave a scratch
I ran over some old lady
One night at the county fair
And I didn't get arrested
Because my dad's the mayor

[Verse 2]
Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro!
Donuts on your lawn
Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro!
Tony Orlando and Dawn

When I drive past the kids
They all spit and cuss
Cause I've got a bitchin' Camaro
And they have to ride the bus

So you'd better get out of my way
When I come through your yard
'Cause I've got a bitchin' Camaro
And an Exxon credit card

Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro!
Hey man where ya headed?
Bitchin' Camaro, bitchin' Camaro!
I'm drunk on unleaded!