We were drinking Colorado BulldogsnWhen inspiration strucknAnd we knew it was high timenFor us to change our own lucknWe cracked a couple Coca Colas opennMixed em up with vodka and some coffee liqueurnPoured in some cold milk nRaised glasses high to old friendsnMy love for you is 98 percent pure nBut the two percent that remainsnHas fried the circuits in my brainnnI got out my smoking jacketnYou put on some fishnets nAnd your smart black beretnWe cut quite a figure in the mirrornAnd then we were on our waynnOh would that you would kiss menWith the kisses of your mouthnBecause your mouth is sweeter nThan wine and hasnA more complicated history nThan the American SouthnAs the evening took us innYou could have popped the tensionnWith a safety pinnnWe went down to Pete Brown's ChevroletnBecause Pete Brown can satisfynAll your new car needsnWe were nicely oiled by thennOur internal transponders nPicking up satellite feedsnFrom well worn ancient placesnOur eager young sales rep handed us the keysnWe drove about three-quarters of a milenAll that's left for us nownIs moments like thesenWe parked behind the high schoolnAway from the lightnAnd the flames climbed high into the night