“If you don’t get laid while driving this, you’re hopeless.”
justananontroll on
Well, swingin’ on the front porch, swingin’ on the lawn
Swingin’ where we want ’cause there ain’t nobody home
Swingin’ to the left and swingin’ to the right
I think about baseball, swing all night, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Huh, swingin’ in the livin’ room, swingin’ in the kitchen
Most folks don’t ’cause they’re too busy bitchin’
Swingin’ in there ’cause she wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter and she licked the beater
Swingin’ to the drums, swingin’ to guitar
Swingin’ to the bass in the back of my car
Ain’t got money, ain’t got no gas
But we’ll get where we’re goin’ if we swing real fast
jdw1977 on
My mom had a 1970 Dodge Swinger (gold) with a giant after-market air conditioner installed. They didn’t sell them with AC! Those black vinyl seats were hot enough to fry an egg in summer. Great car!
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Clutch wrote a song about the Swinger
“If you don’t get laid while driving this, you’re hopeless.”
Well, swingin’ on the front porch, swingin’ on the lawn
Swingin’ where we want ’cause there ain’t nobody home
Swingin’ to the left and swingin’ to the right
I think about baseball, swing all night, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Huh, swingin’ in the livin’ room, swingin’ in the kitchen
Most folks don’t ’cause they’re too busy bitchin’
Swingin’ in there ’cause she wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter and she licked the beater
Swingin’ to the drums, swingin’ to guitar
Swingin’ to the bass in the back of my car
Ain’t got money, ain’t got no gas
But we’ll get where we’re goin’ if we swing real fast
My mom had a 1970 Dodge Swinger (gold) with a giant after-market air conditioner installed. They didn’t sell them with AC! Those black vinyl seats were hot enough to fry an egg in summer. Great car!
The slant-six in my buddies was woefully anemic.