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.
Sure looks kinky!
She's a very kinky girl.
The kind you don't take home to Mother…
ha – i was thinking of another Lola – Jefe is better at this than me, but you can see where I was headed
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Her name was Lola, she was a Fiero
With a 350 in her hair and her springs cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
etc etc
Her name is Lola, she was a Fiero,
But that was 28 years ago, when GM management was a bunch of schmoes
Now it's all electronic, but not for Lola,
Still in that plastic cladding she used to wear,
etc etc
She lost her youth and she lost her engine
Now she's lost her mind
Nice attempt at levity. I do like the background setting of that airplane museum, George in Toronto
ftr, that's the evergreen museum about an hour west of portland, oregon – they've got the spruce goose there – and a waterpark under a 747
I ain't no genius but I see a lot of non-gm parts.
Please leave it to the Davies Boy's ROFL
Please leave it to the Davies Boy's ROFL
Please leave it to the Davies Boy's ROFL
Interesting car… that's the Evergreen Aviation Museum in Wilsonville, OR. Definitely worth a visit, though its future is constantly in question, seems like the owner/founder/whatever overextended himself, sadly. He makes my old car addiction seem like a minor head cold.
Speaking of which, I wonder how many Lola's have been cloned to look like Fiero's?
All GM parts, eh?
Had no idea GM made all those bizarre parts.
Maybe for seller, "GM" stands for something else…
Generic Mechanicals?
Goobered Mopar?
General Mess?
Goofy Mélange'?
-Stan (the *other* Stan…)