The man is always smiling
As he leans against his Cadillac
And offers you your money back
If you can beat his price.
And the woman so beguiling
As she rubs against your Chevrolet
And offers you some repartee
And Motor Trend advice.
And the heads are always spinning
As the preacher holds the Pearlie Gate
For those who feeds the Sunday plate
With hopes to raise the dead.
And the dogs are always grinning
As fleas and ticks destroy their coats
While cowboys feed them milk bone floats
And pat them on the head.
And the lawns are always happy
And the kids are all well fed
And the neighbors are as friendly as can be.
And the box of fettucine
Spreads the word from out the parking lots
The nutriments in every box
Are just what they deserve.
And the girls in string bikinis
Chase a never ending puberty
While lifeguards sitting hubrisly
Blow whistles at their curves.
And the kids are all in college
And the lawns are all well groomed
And the clothes are all as bright as white can be.
And all the pretty people
In their latex gloves
Living fortified and sugar free
Riding off together
In billboard love
That's the only kind of love for me.
And the woman seems so daring
As she sinfully enjoys a smoke
And tells another risqué joke
While other girls lament.
And the man is oh so caring
As he sells you everything he can
And offers an installment plan
For just a small percent.
And the kids are all good Christians
And the lawns are all but used
And the neighbors have their coffee caffeine free.
And all the pretty people
In their latex gloves
Smoking Tipparillos by the sea
Riding off together
In billboard love
That's the only kind of love for me.
Paper smooth complexion
Teeth as white as tile
Malibu perfection
Pepsidented smile
Oversexed and oversized
Popular and pasteurized.
And all the pretty people
In their latex gloves
Waiting for the weekend to be free
Living life forever
In billboard love
That's the only kind of love for me.