I was a man of certain vanity
combing up my curls
believing just by breathing
I should exist here in the world

And I had an orange Camaro / and a jacket that was jean
and a date with Bobby Smith's big sister
Everyone knows what that means...
But she was loved by a big ole fool / and how it made him mean
When she had taken back those kisses / and it'd only been two weeks

And I saw as he pulled around the corner
the only Dodge Charger lights in town
And he got right there on my bumper
and he wasn't backing down
And I thought I'd try to shake him
Pushed Bobby's sister to her seat.
She'd been riding in the middle
just'a loving up on me

and I said "Buckle up there Sister."
But I did not make the curve
It was raining and that Camaro
only knew how to make those back wheels turn, son.

Well, that Big ole fool...He pulled me from the car
And he didn't hit me once
Though I'd broken his Sweet Love's arm
He took Bobby's Sister to the hospital
as I watched my Camaro burn
And waited for the Sheriff all alone

Thinking: Unbuckle up there sister
but I did not make the curve.
They were crying and a'driving
as I watched my Camaro burn
I was a man of certain vanity
combing tears all through my curls
I was a big ole fool
and the Sheriff drove me, the Sheriff drove me
Home, Home, Big ole fool
Home, Home Big ole fool
Drove me home, home. big ole fool, he drove me home

Still Thinking:
Unbuckle up there Sister
How I'm taken by her curves
we know exactly where we're driving to
as the fire inside me burns.
I was a man of certain Vanity
She was combing up my curls
I was a big ole fool
And the Sheriff drove me, the Sheriff drove me

Home home...