Mixed Up, Muddled Up, Shook Up World: 1988 Pontiac Fiero Lola

I met her outside a museum down in Oh-re-gon

Where you drink 103 race gas and it tastes just like Coca cola

C-O-L-A cola.

She walked up to me and she asked me to race.

I asked her name and in a dark brown voice she said, “Lola”

L-O-L-A Lola, Nine-teen-eighty-eight Pontiac Fiero Lola   offered for $14,000 via craigslist).

 

Well, I’m not the worlds most mechanical guy,

But when I squeezed the throttle open she nearly broke my spine

Oh my Lola, Fieroo oo oo Lola

Well, I’m not dumb but I can’t understand

Why she turns like a Lotus and sounds like a Camaro

Oh my Lola, Fieroo oo oo Lola, Fieroo oo oo Lola

Well, we drank race gas and apex’d all night,

Under a pop-up headlight,

She picked right up but stopped on a tee,

And said, “Little boy won’t you drive home with me?”

Well, I’m not some kinda Jay Leno collector,

But when I looked in her pop-up lights,

Well I almost fell for a Fiero Lola,

Fieroo oo oo Lola, Fieroo oo oo Lola

Lola Fieroo oo oo Lola Fieroo oo oo Lola

I put down the key. I closed the garage door.

I fell to the floor. I got down on my knees.

I looked at her, and she at me.

Well that’s the way that I want it to stay.

And I always want it to be that way for my Lola.

Fieroo oo oo Lola.

Fieros will be Camaros, and Camaros will be Fieros.

It’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world,

Except for Lola. Fieroo oo oo Lola.

Well I left home just a week before,

And I’ve never ever raced a Fiero before,

But Lola smiled and took me by the shifter,

And said, “Little boy, gonna make you a mister.”

Well I’m not the car world’s most knowledgeable man,

But I know that I had a V8 in my Camaro,

And so does Lola.

Fieroo oo oo Lola. Fieroo oo oo Lola.

Lola Fieroo oo oo Lola. Lola Fieroo oo oo Lola

My apologies to the Kinks.