Cameo Lyrics

He said his name was Cameo, Cameo
He said his name was Cameo, Cameo
He said his name was Cameo
He does (did?) the nasty funk-style retro
He drove a bright red '67 G.T.O.
He liked to let his Elvis-styled hair grow
Whooooo! Uh huh, uh huh! Uh huh, uh huh!
He was a Black Belt loaded with skills
He spoke slow, choosin' words that could kill
Honest people didn't people didn't need to fear him
But do not cross that Native American
Cameo, Cameo
Cameo, Cameo
They said his name was Cameo, Cameo
He said his name was Cameo, Cameo
He would whisper,
"White man speak with forked tongue"
Before he was finished talking
You'd be going down
He'd repeat, "White man speak with forked tongue"
And by that time you'd be long dead
And buried in the ground
Cameo, Cameo
Cameo, Cameo
I said his name was Cameo, Cameo
He said his name was Cameo, Cameo
He wore a white leather racing jacket
Zipped wide open so you could check out
His tanned body and his clean shaved pecs
And the turquoise jewelry
A-standing (a-dangling?) from his neck - ah!
Whooooo! Uh huh, uh huh! Uh huh, uh huh!
He said his name was Cameo, Cameo
He said his name was Cameo, Cameo
Cameo, Cameo
Cameo, Cameo