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ECONOLINE
Frontage road, Janie’s hitching her way, trying to catch a ride on a West coast day.
She shot us a smile and we stopped on a dime. We asked her “where you heading?” she said, “Anywhere is fine”.
Na, na, na, na
Joannah’s tapping out the rhythm on the wheel well. Billy’s shooting the hole like a bat out of hell.
Janie’s making waves with her hand out in the wind-stream. The boys in the back are in the wake of her hair-dream.
Na, na, na ,na
And we were riding in our Econoline—chrome and steel and leather—what a sweet ride!
Riding in our Econoline—she’s a real dream in hand! She can stop right on a dime.
Econoline, Econoline, Econoline, Econoline.
Junk food drive-thru, FM—tune it in, out of state license plate… my shoulder’s suffering!
Tonight we’re gonna break out, tonight we’ll catch a show—commuter lane glory’s where the wild things go.
Na, na, na, na
And we were riding in our Econoline—custom painted blue flames on the side.
Riding in our Econoline—when she takes us out she’s always the coolest ride in sight.
Econoline, Econoline, Econoline, Econoline.
And we were riding in our Econoline—she’s a real mean machine… look out! A thunder in overdrive—Econoline!
Riding, riding in, riding, riding in, riding, idling high,
riding in, humming fine,
riding, a v-8 block,
riding in, and halleluiah!
Riding, on a highway wave,
riding, to a distant shore,
riding, come and take a trip,
riding in our freedom ship!
E-con-o-line!
Riding in our Econoline—chrome and steel and leather—what a sweet ride!
Riding in our Econoline—she’s a real dream in hand! She can stop right on a dime.
Riding in our Econoline—custom painted blue flames on the side.
Riding in our Econoline—she’s a real mean machine… look out! A thunder in overdrive—Econoline!
Frontage road, Janie’s hitching her way, trying to catch a ride on a West coast day.
She shot us a smile and we stopped on a dime. We asked her “where you heading?” she said, “Anywhere is fine”.
Na, na, na, na
Joannah’s tapping out the rhythm on the wheel well. Billy’s shooting the hole like a bat out of hell.
Janie’s making waves with her hand out in the wind-stream. The boys in the back are in the wake of her hair-dream.
Na, na, na ,na
And we were riding in our Econoline—chrome and steel and leather—what a sweet ride!
Riding in our Econoline—she’s a real dream in hand! She can stop right on a dime.
Econoline, Econoline, Econoline, Econoline.
Junk food drive-thru, FM—tune it in, out of state license plate… my shoulder’s suffering!
Tonight we’re gonna break out, tonight we’ll catch a show—commuter lane glory’s where the wild things go.
Na, na, na, na
And we were riding in our Econoline—custom painted blue flames on the side.
Riding in our Econoline—when she takes us out she’s always the coolest ride in sight.
Econoline, Econoline, Econoline, Econoline.
And we were riding in our Econoline—she’s a real mean machine… look out! A thunder in overdrive—Econoline!
Riding, riding in, riding, riding in, riding, idling high,
riding in, humming fine,
riding, a v-8 block,
riding in, and halleluiah!
Riding, on a highway wave,
riding, to a distant shore,
riding, come and take a trip,
riding in our freedom ship!
E-con-o-line!
Riding in our Econoline—chrome and steel and leather—what a sweet ride!
Riding in our Econoline—she’s a real dream in hand! She can stop right on a dime.
Riding in our Econoline—custom painted blue flames on the side.
Riding in our Econoline—she’s a real mean machine… look out! A thunder in overdrive—Econoline!