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    "Bitchin' Camaro"...

    read the article, and name the artist...

    From the IRL website...

    "Lucky Texas fan could win Camaro: Texas Motor Speedway always has offered some of the most unique promotions for Indy Racing League fans, and this year is no exception leading up to the season-ending Chevy 500 on Sept. 15 at TMS.

    A lucky fan who predicts the winner of the tight Indy Racing League championship race could drive away from TMS in a new Chevrolet Camaro after the Chevy 500.

    Fans may fill out an entry form and mark their choice of four IRL drivers in contention for the 2002 championship – Helio Castroneves, Gil de Ferran, Sam Hornish Jr. or Felipe Giaffone. The forms will then be dropped in the appropriate driver’s barrel. During the IRL championship celebration following the Chevy 500, the newly crowned series champion will draw an entry from his barrel on the speedway frontstretch. That lucky fan will win a red 2002 Chevy Camaro, complete with Texas Motor Speedway racing decals.

    Fans may enter the contest in a variety of ways. Local radio station KZPS-FM will register fans at numerous remote broadcasts during the next two weeks and The Dallas Morning News also will have mail-in entry forms in the paper beginning Aug. 30. Fans also may register during race week activities at The Dallas Morning News and KZPS display areas along the souvenir midway outside the speedway gates."
    "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume
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    Dead Milkmen

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    • #3
      Originally posted by starrcam:
      <STRONG>Dead Milkmen</STRONG>
      That didn't take long.
      "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume

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      • #4
        Some of us are punks from way back...

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        • #5
          My bad, I thought we were all jobless Gomers.
          "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume

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          • #6
            Originally posted by starrcam:
            <STRONG>Dead Milkmen</STRONG>
            "Head-on collision, Bodies everywhere! Head-on Collison... ******* beware!"
            "The problem with internet quotes and statistics is that often times, they're wrongfully believed to be real." - Abraham Lincoln

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            • #7
              I ran over
              some old lady
              last night at the county fair
              and I didnt get a ticket
              cuz my dads the mayor
              Bitchin Camaro Bitchin Camaro
              hey man where ya headed
              Bitchin Camaro Bitchin Camaro
              Im drunk on unleaded!

              Ahhhhh memories Big Lizard in my back yard
              Live like Dave

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              • #8
                Originally posted by KevMcNJ:
                <STRONG>
                and I didnt get a ticket
                cuz my dads the mayor

                Ahhhhh memories Big Lizard in my back yard</STRONG>
                ONE night at the county fair...

                I didn't get ARRESTED, because my dad' the mayor...

                I actually bought the DM's greatest hits a couple of year's ago. Decent CD.
                "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume

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                • #9
                  So you'd better watch out for me
                  When I come through your yard.
                  'Cause I've got a bitchin' Camaro
                  And an Exxon credit card

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by billf:
                    <STRONG>So you'd better watch out for me
                    </STRONG>
                    So you'd better GET OUTTA MY WAY

                    Don't butcher the Milkmen.
                    "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume

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                    • #11
                      Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro
                      Doughnuts on your lawn.
                      Bitchin' Camaro, Bitchin' Camaro
                      Tony Orlando and Dawn.

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                      • #12


                        Bitchin' Camaro

                        Rod - Hey Jack, what's happenin'?
                        Joe - Oh, I don't know.
                        Rod - Well, rumor around town says you think you might be heading down to the shore.
                        Joe - Uh, yeah, I think I'm goin' down to the shore.
                        Rod - Whatcha gonna do down there?
                        Joe - Uh, I don't know, play some video games, buy some Def Leppard t-shirts.
                        Rod - Hey, don't forget to get your Motley Crue t-shirt, y'know, all proceeds go to get their lead singer out of jail.
                        Joe - Uh huh.
                        Rod - Hey, you gonna check out the Sandbar while you're there?
                        Joe - Uh, what's the Sandbar?
                        Rod - Oh, it's this place that lets sixteen year-old kids drink.
                        Joe - Oh, cool.
                        Rod - Y'know who's gonna be there?
                        Joe - Uh, who?
                        Rod - My favorite cover band, Crystal **** .
                        Joe - Oh.
                        Rod - Yeah, they do a Doors show, you'd be really impressed, in fact, it goes a little like this:

                        Love me two times baby
                        Love me twice today
                        Love me two times girl
                        Cause I got AIDS
                        Love me two times baby, once for tomorrow, once cause I got AIDS

                        Joe - Wow, Pretty good Jim Morrison impersonation there.
                        Rod - Yeah, I hope those guys have a good sense of humor and don't take us to court.
                        Joe - Uh, what's the court?
                        Rod - Never mind that,
                        Joe - Oh, you mean like the People's Court?
                        Rod - Well, that's another story; the important thing here is you gotta ask me how I'm gonna get down to the shore.
                        Joe - Uh, how you gonna get down to the shore?
                        Rod - Funny you should ask, I've got a car now.
                        Joe - Oh wow, how'd you get a car?
                        Rod - Oh my parents drove it up here from the Bahamas.
                        Joe - You're kidding!
                        Rod - I must be, the Bahamas are islands, okay, the important thing now, is that you ask me what kind of car I have.
                        Joe - Uh, what kinda car do ya' got?
                        Rod - I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO!

                        BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                        I ran over my neighbors
                        BITCHIN CAMARAO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                        Now it's in all the papers.
                        My folks bought me a BITCHIN CAMARO with no insurance to match;
                        So if you happen to run me down, please don't leave a scratch.
                        I ran over some old lady one night at the county fair;
                        And I didn't get arrested, because my dad's the mayor.
                        BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                        Doughnuts on your lawn
                        BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                        Tony Orlando and Dawn
                        When I drive past the kids, they all spit and cuss,
                        Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO and they have to ride the bus.
                        So you'd better get out of my way, when I run through your yard;
                        Because I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO;
                        And an Exxon credit card.
                        BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                        Hey, man where ya headed?
                        BITCHIN CAMARO, BITCHIN CAMARO
                        I drive on unleaded.
                        "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume

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                        • #13
                          In Praise of Sha Na Na

                          Sha Na Na were the kings of Woodstock
                          You know it's true deep in your heart
                          Greasy guys in gold lamae
                          If only Hendrix had been so smart
                          Pete Townshend wouldn't be so deaf
                          If he had followed Sha Na Na's advice
                          and played some fifties do-wop songs
                          That even your mom would think are nice

                          Keith and Janis went away
                          But Sha Na Na are here to stay
                          I don't care about Joan Baez
                          But Sha Na Na can wear my fez

                          Sha Na Na were the kings of the sixties
                          Deep in your heart you know it's true
                          All those lids are Berkley dressed like Bowser
                          They didn't like the Stones or the Who
                          Sha Na Na didn't need no flower power
                          They didn't drive a yellow submarine
                          But they were the ones who called the shots
                          Yeah, Sha Na na really made the scene

                          Sha Na Na..killed Kennedy
                          Sha Na Na..stabbed that guy at Altamont
                          Sha Na Na..started the Peace Corps
                          Sha Na Na..were the first astronauts
                          Sha Na Na..grew organic food
                          Sha Na Na..led student sit-ins
                          Sha Na Na..joined the Black Panthers
                          Sha Na Na..never seemed to fit in

                          You can move to Montana and listen to Santana
                          But you still won't be as cool as Sha Na Na
                          "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume

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                          • #14
                            Stuart

                            You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other
                            people, here, in the trailer park.

                            Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're
                            good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
                            watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick
                            back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,
                            Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing
                            to the soil!

                            You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers
                            in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors
                            say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.

                            Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
                            Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never
                            ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy
                            breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.

                            Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's
                            the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
                            you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."
                            I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows
                            the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the **** do you
                            think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
                            think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are
                            doing to the soil?

                            I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer
                            my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
                            town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride
                            called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside
                            the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
                            like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
                            Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found
                            his head over by the snow cone concession.

                            A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
                            in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.
                            And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
                            soil?"

                            Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
                            there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,
                            for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
                            You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
                            says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,
                            Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
                            They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
                            God.

                            You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other
                            people, here in this trailer park.
                            "Now, for some of you it doesn't matter. You were born rich and your going to stay rich. But here's my advice to the rest of you: Take dead aim on the rich boys. Get them in the crosshairs and take them down." -- Edward Blume

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                            • #15
                              it's a boring day i've got nothing to do except to get a load of cartfans and drive em to the zoo oh oh oh takin' cartfans to the zoo oh oh oh takin' cartfans to the zoo had em on a bus just for laughs down a winding road stepping on the gas down a winding road just daydreaming down a winding road with the cartfans screaming oh oh oh takin' cartfans to the zoo oh oh oh takin' cartfans to the zoo one of them blowing a big spit bubble slam on the brakes at the first sign of trouble head on collision bodies everywhere head on collision cartfans beware oh oh oh takin' cartfans to the zoo oh oh oh takin' cartfans to the zoo


                              Unfortunately, I was a dead milkmen fan as a kid. Played the crap outta big lizard cd. Updated the above song for 2002.

                              Thanks guys for the flashback!! I know a friend that would love to read those lyrics from bitchin' camaro.
                              "Who is gonna make it? We'll find out, in the Long Run."
                              -Don Henley

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