Greasy Dashiki

Lyrics

Chrome top to bottom
Oh, what a bottom
Snake skin buckets
Yeah, she got em
From that four link extension
To that tan pearl topper
Wire wheeled wonder
She’s a four switch hopper
She’s factory fresh
No one gonna stop her

Bel Air baby, hot rod chronic
Three-twenty-seven
Power glide automatic
Positraction full of action
Always gets me movin
So dang smooth
When we start cruisin
But we’re making a scene
When she’s screamin and groovin

Here she come rolling in her 1964
Candy apple red
Just an inch from the floor
Riding with the top down
Gonna let it all fly
Everybody gonna holler
When that girl in the Impala goes by

Super bajito
Super suavecito
Super bajito
Ella mas rico

When ya hear that Delco
She comin dontcha know
What a heavy Chevy
Vato, best in show
No resistance to those
Sparkle flake peepers
So dream and save
Make an offer that’s steeper
But it's chale man
No one gonna keeper

Here she come rolling in her 1964
Candy apple red
Just an inch from the floor
Riding with the top down
Gonna let it all fly
Everybody gonna holler
When that girl in the Impala goes by

Oh Impala Paula
Oh Impala Paula
Oh Impala Paula
Oh Impala Paula
Oh Impala Paula
Go, go, go Impala Paula
Oh Impala Paula
Go, go, go Impala Paula