Commie Drives a Nova

I like the curves of my communist I love the words of my communist I kiss the lips of my communist Grab the hips of my communist Meet the stars, drink the bars And ride in her car She's got a Nova Commie drives a Nova Here comes my commie with a millionaire With strap-on hunger and a feedbag Grinning ear-to-ear 'Cause she commandeered A cocktail weenie at the protest Drink to the party, drink to the host Fuck this party, let's hit the coast Drive your Nova like it's stolen Go, Commie, go She's got a Nova Commie drives a Nova I was a worker, she was a commie I had a job, she had fatigues Khaki, cammie, fashion and power She fills 'em out and I aim to please I never seen nothing, baby Better than a commie In her Nova with her panties And a pocket full of rye She's heavy and sweet And I'm digging in my heels Lay it on the line for the party tonight I like the clothes of my communist Smoke the dope with my communist Pin the hopes of my communist Love the homes of my communist Meet the stars, drink the bars Drive in the car She's got a Nova Commie drives a Nova She's getting heavy She went from featherweight to flyweight To bantam weight to lightweight To phantom weight to welterweight To helter skelter middle weight Middle weight to cruiserweight Boozer weight, used to wait to get it on She went from featherweight to flyweight To bantam weight to lightweight To phantom weight to welterweight To helter skelter middle weight Middle weight to cruiserweight Boozer weight, you used to wait to get it on Commie drives a Nova Commie drives a Nova Commie drives a Nova Commie drives a Nova She's got a Nova Commie drives a Nova Featherweight to flyweight To bantam weight to lightweight To phantom weight to welterweight She's got a Nova Commie drives a Nova She's getting heavy