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Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
Drove it to the drive-in every Friday night
Snuggled up with his girl
Sometimes they’d put lawn chairs in the back and sit outside
Drink beer and watch the movie
Laugh at the stars up in the sky
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
Had great big tires on the back
Little skinny ones on the wheels up front
Tromp down hard on the pedal
I swear that thing would always jump
Ray drove real slow so folks could see his new paint job
Let it idle low at the stop light, that motor show did throb
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
Cross over into South Carolina on Saturday nights so he could race
Put cinder blocks in the back of the truck bed
More traction for the chase
He’d power glide through the curves, Ray was the baddest thing in town
Get out the garden hose the next morning, wash that Camino down
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
One day Ray got married
Drove his brand new bride down to the strand
She said, I swear, Ray, I wish you’d trade this thing in on a mini-van
He dropped her off at the Spanish Galleon and drove on home
Changed the oil and waxed the hood, said he’d just as soon be alone
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
Late one night after racing, Ray saw the dreaded blue light glow
He tromped down hard on the pedal
But there weren’t no place he could go
He went into a bootleg spin, but the tires left the road
Slid all the way across the highway, into the swamp below
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
The trooper shone his spotlight
On the water where Ray disappeared
That show was a good-looking Chevy, he thought, as he reported in
He climbed into his squad car, turned off the flashing lights
The woods sure were quiet in the still of the night
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
One day Ray got married
Drove his brand new bride down to the strand
She said, I swear, Ray, I wish you’d trade this thing in on a mini-van
He dropped her off at the Spanish Galleon and drove on home
Changed the oil and waxed the hood, said he’d just as soon be alone
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
Late one night after racing, Ray saw the dreaded blue light glow
He tromped down hard on the pedal
But there weren’t no place he could go
He went into a bootleg spin, but the tires left the road
Slid all the way across the highway, into the swamp below
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
The trooper shone his spotlight
On the water where Ray disappeared
That show was a good-looking Chevy, he thought, as he reported in
He climbed into his squad car, turned off the flashing lights
The woods sure were quiet in the still of the night
Ray loved that El Camino
Better than anything else in the world
