308
 

Written: Zambetti; Backup Vocal: L. Buckingham

Well, I got wheels make that lovely screech And cops turn back when I run to the beach 'Cause when I cruise up the PCH You know I'll be in my 308  She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 Let her ride, let her ride, let her ride She runs real low and she runs real fast She eats up clutches and she's bad on gas But when I go on a safari You know I'll be in my Ferrari  She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 Let her ride, let her ride, let her ride Lord, I know one day you'll let it be That last wave will take my board and me But before I go through those pearly gates Give me one last ride in my 308 She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 Let her ride, let her ride, let her ride  She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 Let her ride, let her ride, let her ride  She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 She's real great, my 308 Let her ride, let her ride, let her ride Let her ride, let her ride, let her ride Let her ride, let her ride, let her...


WEBMISTRESS speculates:

What's a surf album without a song dedicated to the all-important "cool car?" So here we have it, the obligatory homage to one's wheels.

 

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