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Condor Machine

With 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 do
You 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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