Impala Lyrics - Steve Poltz

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 today 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, do wop, do wop 

Baby 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