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i | Condor MachineWith apologies to Bruce Springsteen's Pink Cadillac, I filked this far too quickly... well, it was the Condor's birthday after all. You may think I'm foolish for the fannish things I doYou may wonder how come I'm so keen on you When you live this secret life like you do Well baby, your t-shirt bugs me, there ain't no secret about that Well come on over here and hug me, and baby I'll spill the facts Well, honey it ain't your money, cause I know you got none of that I love you for your Condor Machine Cool bucket seat Engine in the back, racing down the street Shooting all the mechs, blow them out of sight Wasting the Galactors on a Saturday night Honey, I dig the way that you're always on the scene In your Condor Machine, Condor Machine Well now way back in Utoland, temptations always come along There's always somebody blackmailing somebody Into doing something they know is wrong Well they tempt this man with power, and they tempt that guy with gold And they tempt you with devil stars, defecting from the fold They say Katse hooked us in with his mechas, man I ain't going for that I know it was the Condor Machine Cool bucket seat Engine in the back, blasting down the street Shooting all the mechs, blow them out of sight Wasting the Galactors on a Saturday night Honey, I dig the way that you're always on the scene In your Condor Machine Now some folks say it's too small and only got one seat Some folks say it's too old and that the engine ain't so sweet But my love is bigger than a Honda, it's bigger than a BMW Hey man there's only one guy and one car that will do Anyway we don't have to drive it honey, if we tried there'd be an ugly scene We'll have a party on your Condor Machine... (repeat ad nauseum) "It's the car, chicks dig the car" |
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