Red Elvises

Sweat is dripping, of my face
Dreams are melting, in the sun
I'm rolling down on BCH
Hare Chrishna, here I come
Oh she looks like silver screen
Smile like fashion magazine
Showing of your pretty sceme
Full of lotion and sun screen
Faces look a little stoned
All dressed up in silicone
Talking bullshit on the phone
She tells me that, she tried it all
Menage ? trio, and fancy drugs
She's waiting tables, all night long
She's no big friend of, moviestars