Lyrics:
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4,
with the sharpness of a troubadour
I dare you look him in the eye
His stench would make a buzzard cry
He likes Burt in White Lightning
Camelback Cinema
In the dark she sat and wait
for her steady random date
Reflecting back to a time
when eager boys would stand in line
She likes Burt in White Lightning
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4
Lurking in the corridor
He came to buy his weekly whore
at Camelback Cinema
with the sharpness of a troubadour
I dare you look him in the eye
His stench would make a buzzard cry
He likes Burt in White Lightning
Camelback Cinema
In the dark she sat and wait
for her steady random date
Reflecting back to a time
when eager boys would stand in line
She likes Burt in White Lightning
He's standin' tall at 5 foot 4
Lurking in the corridor
He came to buy his weekly whore
at Camelback Cinema
