New Chevrolet In Flames

We were drinking Colorado bulldogs
 When inspiration struck
 And we knew it was high time
 For us to change our own luck
 We cracked a couple Coca Colas open
 Mixed em up with vodka and some coffee liqueur
 Poured in some cold milk
 Raised glasses high to old friends
 My love for you is 98 percent pure
 But the two percent that remains
 Has fried the circuits in my brain
 I got out my smoking jacket
 You put on some fishnets
 And your smart black beret
 We cut quite a figure in the mirror
 And then we were on our way
 Oh would that you would kiss me
 With the kisses of your mouth
 Because your mouth is sweeter
 Than wine and has
 A more complicated history
 Than the American South
 As the evening took us in
 You could have popped the tension
 With a safety pin
 We went down to Pete Brown's Chevrolet
 Because Pete Brown can satisfy
 All your new car needs
 We were nicely oiled by then
 Our internal transponders
 Picking up satellite feeds
 From well worn ancient places
 Our eager young sales rep handed us the keys
 We drove about three-quarters of a mile
 All that's left for us now
 Is moments like these
 We parked behind the high school
 Away from the light
 And the flames climbed high into the night