Cameo Lyrics

He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo Cameo

He said his name was Cameo
He danced a nasty funk-style retro
He drove a bright red '67 GTO
He liked to let his Elvis-style hair grow

He was a black belt loaded with skills
He spoke slow choosing words that could kill
Honest people didn't need to fear him
But do not cross that Native American

Cameo Cameo
Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo Cameo
He said his name was Cameo Cameo

He'd whisper "White Man speak with forked tongue"
Before he's finished talking, you'd be goin' down
He'd repeat "White Man speak with forked tongue"
By then, you'd be dead and buried in the ground

Cameo Cameo
Cameo Cameo
I said his name was Cameo
He said his name was Cameo

He wore a white leather racing jacket
Zipped wide open so you could check out
His tanned body and his clean-shaved pecs
And the turquoise jewelry dangling from his neck

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Un huh un huh
He said his name was Cameo
He said his name was Cameo
Cameo Cameo
Cameo Cameo