Steve Poltz – Impala lyrics

I love girl, girl love me.
It not all it crack up to be.
Soda pop, radio on.
Dedicate my girl a song.

Gone are days of simple things,
Got to buy baby diamond rings.
Keep it simple, just don't brag.
Got to be high speed low drag

In the Impala of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love

Coffee pot is so bilingual
Self help books on being single
Everything is so hi tech
Why can't we just park by the lake and neck?

In the Impala of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love

Love in the 20th century is
Such confusion such mystery.
Where's my modem?
Where's my mother?
Fax incoming
Oh brother.

Stars are out, you look fine.
Empty clothes, empty bottle of wine.
You got nice jambes, that's French for legs.
Let's cook in the back like a couple poached eggs.

In the Impala of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love (do wop do wop)
Baby of my love