Sushi Taco
I was seeing this beautiful girl
The radio was on
And she said to me
"You think I'm like all the others, don't you?
Like fast food, but I'm not
I'm caviar"
Flying down the freeway
She said "you know I'm not that kind"
With nothing on my mind
I thought I'd let you drive
I could give you freedom
If you would sacrifice
Up to me, what's mine
It could, could be real nice
You keep your wacko sushi taco
Wacko, she said
This caviar is fine
You keep your wacko sushi taco
Wacko, she said
This caviar is fine (with all my respect)
This caviar is fine