In my daddy's El Camino, In her driveway in the rain, Starrin' through that windshield I could see my future change, And my heart hit like a hammer, And my thoughts were runnin' wild, Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a man, to raise a child. She

Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

Daddy can you hear the devil drawing near Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run Run Daddy run, run daddy run All the songs you used to sing to me Would rock birds to sleep I need you now so please somehow Put rockets on your feet (oh oh oh oh) Saw that

You were flyin to high for my little ol' sky I said move on, I said move on, I said move on, I said move on That big eight-wheeler runnin' down the track Means your true lovin' daddy ain't acomin' back Cause he's movin on, he's rollin on So I'm movin' on

Who's your daddy, who's your baby? Don't you sweat it Everything is waiting inside for you Who's your buddy, who's your friend? And who's the one guy that you come runnin' to I got the money if you got the honey Let's cut a deal let's make a plan Who's

Janie's got a gun Her dog day's just begun Now everybody is on the run What did her daddy do? Dumb, dumb, dumb, honey what have you done? Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Run away, run away, run, run away Dumb, dumb,

I was watchin’ cartoons on a Saturday morning And I heard daddy start the truck I came runnin’ from the house and waved him down 'Cause he was makin’ a run to the dump We watched the Bears and licked ice cream cones Take a little walk around I’ll never

I don't lie Without an alibi I ain't lyin' I told my dyin' daddy That I had to run away Looked him in the eyes Said, "there ain't no other way" So woman, if I tell you that I love you, be ok 'Cause I ain't lyin'

Suena el bajo Suena el bajo, pa La que conmigo es a fuego Loca con el rebuleo Mi gata gangster, sin miedo Y campea por lo de ella porque sabe que la velo (Los Homerunners) (Don, Don!)

I'm a product of the tube and the free lunch Living room, watching old reruns This one's for all the little dreamers And who cares your daddy couldn't be here? Don't stop now, keep dreaming And the ones who never gave a fuck Mama always kept the cable on