Testo di Sushi Taco

I was seeing this beautiful girl The radio was on And she said to me "You think I'm like all the others, don't you? Like fast food, but I'm not I'm caviar" Flying down the freeway She said "you know I'm not that kind" With nothing on my mind I thought I'd let you drive I could give you freedom If you would sacrifice Up to me, what's mine It could, could be real nice You keep your wacko sushi taco Wacko, she said This caviar is fine You keep your wacko sushi taco Wacko, she said This caviar is fine (with all my respect) This caviar is fine