Blue Camaro

Words and music by Torey Adler © 2003

When Ernie was in High School he had a single dream,

To peel-out at the Circle K and hear those tires scream

He got his driver's license when he turned seventeen

He cut out just one picture from a Hot Rod magazine

It was a blue Camaro, Zee-Twenty-Eight

With two white racing stripes on the hood

And California plates, California plates

He saved his every dollar working weekends at the mall

Summer job at a record store and he bought it in the fall

A Chevette painted orange was as far as his cash could go

But each night when he closed his eyes,

He'd be cruising slow

In a blue Camaro, Zee-Twenty-Eight

With two white racing stripes on the hood

And California plates, California plates

One day he was filling up at a gas pump on his street

He heard a sound like thunder and he felt it in his feet

She stood there in a cloud of smoke

Like nothing he'd ever seen

She could have been the model in that Hot Rod magazine

Sitting on the fender, feet propped on the tire

He couldn't tell just what it was

That set his heart on fire...

Was it that woman or the blue Camaro Zee-Twenty-Eight

With two white racing stripes on the hood

And California plates, California plates

As he stood there so preoccupied

The Chevette with the orange paint slowly began to slide

It picked up speed all down the hill

Like a fishhook in his heart

And rolled into the high school gym

Where it broke the doors apart

Left him with that woman with the

blue Camaro Zee-Twenty-Eight

With two white racing stripes on the hood

And California plates, California plates

The moral of this story, the moral of this song

Is don't let a compromise you make

Weigh you down too long

Ernie never looked back he had no regrets

They drove that thing out to the coast

Went as far as they could get

Driving in a blue Camaro Zee-Twenty-Eight

With two white racing stripes on the hood

And California plates, California plates

 

 

 

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