All Bopped Out Lyrics

All Bopped Out (Pat Robinson) She got the front end of a Masseratti red sweater She got the lines of a Manhattan jet setter Dual pipes ? satin tights I never seen nobody move it any better Bop bop ? that's my baby Bop bop ? 'til you shout Bop bop ? thats' my baby Bop bop ? 'til I'm all bopped out Red linin' just to keep up with the local scene The Betty Boop of the late night magazines Reload ? explode She wants to drive it even if there isn't gasoline CHORUS Her eyes will drive you down 'Til your heart is on the ground If it's tuck and roll romance That's my baby She'll hold you with desire Her engines run on fire Don't expect no second chance My eyes are achin' from a down right lack o' sleep My back is breakin' from a long night in the seat The weekend ? it won't end You gotta find a way to get me back on my feet CHORUS