Billboard Love

The man is always smiling
 As he leans against his Cadillac
 And offers you your money back
 If you can beat his price.
 And the woman so beguiling
 As she rubs against your Chevrolet
 And offers you some repartee
 And Motor Trend advice.
 And the heads are always spinning
 As the preacher holds the Pearlie Gate
 For those who feeds the Sunday plate
 With hopes to raise the dead.
 And the dogs are always grinning
 As fleas and ticks destroy their coats
 While cowboys feed them milk bone floats
 And pat them on the head.
 And the lawns are always happy
 And the kids are all well fed
 And the neighbors are as friendly as can be.
 And the box of fettucine
 Spreads the word from out the parking lots
 The nutriments in every box
 Are just what they deserve.
 And the girls in string bikinis
 Chase a never ending puberty
 While lifeguards sitting hubrisly
 Blow whistles at their curves.
 And the kids are all in college
 And the lawns are all well groomed
 And the clothes are all as bright as white can be.
 And all the pretty people
 In their latex gloves
 Living fortified and sugar free
 Riding off together
 In billboard love
 That's the only kind of love for me.
 And the woman seems so daring
 As she sinfully enjoys a smoke
 And tells another risqué joke
 While other girls lament.
 And the man is oh so caring
 As he sells you everything he can
 And offers an installment plan
 For just a small percent.
 And the kids are all good Christians
 And the lawns are all but used
 And the neighbors have their coffee caffeine free.
 And all the pretty people
 In their latex gloves
 Smoking Tipparillos by the sea
 Riding off together
 In billboard love
 That's the only kind of love for me.
 Paper smooth complexion
 Teeth as white as tile
 Malibu perfection
 Pepsidented smile
 Oversexed and oversized
 Popular and pasteurized.
 And all the pretty people
 In their latex gloves
 Waiting for the weekend to be free
 Living life forever
 In billboard love
 That's the only kind of love for me.