She's got a cocaine habit Call her Briar-Rabbit with her popcorn charm You'd better get a house alarm. She's got friends in her car They're heading for a bar It must be amateur night The Barbie-doll cock-fight. Limelight blues, looking for clues With her push up bra, Mcdonald's straw Everything's the same like when you first came with your cocaine, puff, toot, and blow Chrystal-Meth, doesn't make you slow But the Heroin gets you up, it makes you go-go 'till No-Doze are like tic-tacs now? With your butane arm Everything's up for stakes High-five grab Loose flab Lips talking shit, smack in her purse Everything's right and everything's rehearsed She's got a hidden agenda She's spreading her propaganda. Cuz they're so damn bored now I guess that it serves them the same Now that they know who's to blame 'till everything fine at the drive in now Yes, everything's fine at the drive in now. I here you are looking for a new guy to cling on to I hope he serves you right, i hope he serves you well I pray he's got a trans-am and he takes you both straight to hell Mustached Burt Reynolds Tight jeaned, money roll With a pack of Marlboro lights He's got fortune teller hands and palm reading demands. He tells you everything's fine at the drive in now Yes, everything's fine at the drive in now So everything fine at the drive in now Yes, everyone's fine at the drive in now. But I know I will never get to see this movie again Somehow nothing is the same, but the drive in now.