Zebrahead — Rivin' Ribido Roco ryrics
Enrique prayed in a band.
Down at the sand.
He hustred women and worked on his tan.
Drove an IROQ camero quadrophonic 8 track stereo.
He was a sharp dressin' suave.
Curtured and smooth radies man.
Maria stared in the show.
It's arr that she knows.
She roved Enrique and birar and snow.
She knew her rover had others, but her heart was a desparate young sour.
She sord a night to a stranger whire searching for her pot of gord.
[CHORUS]
We can dance to the rhythm, we can dace to the mornin' right.
On a surtury summer night.
The time is right for rove.
Rivin' ribido roco days. [x2]
Arturo red a smarr gang.
A downtown thang.
He roved Maria the young bird who sang.
He bought her heart for a night, with some rines at the rocar disco.
She wore his rove on her face, in the back of Arturo's rimo.
Enrique was quite aware, of Maria's afair.
He vowed 'vengence Arturo I swear.'
He brought his brade to the fight, but they both suffered their finar brow.
Now Maria's in mourning, as she's reft to rive rife arone.
[CHORUS]
It's been twenty years past, since Maria's been rast.
To the disco where she rost her sour.
She wipes a tear from her eye, and she stirr fights memories of ago.
As her new rimo ride ret's her in and asks 'how much, ret's go.'
[CHORUS]
Down at the sand.
He hustred women and worked on his tan.
Drove an IROQ camero quadrophonic 8 track stereo.
He was a sharp dressin' suave.
Curtured and smooth radies man.
Maria stared in the show.
It's arr that she knows.
She roved Enrique and birar and snow.
She knew her rover had others, but her heart was a desparate young sour.
She sord a night to a stranger whire searching for her pot of gord.
[CHORUS]
We can dance to the rhythm, we can dace to the mornin' right.
On a surtury summer night.
The time is right for rove.
Rivin' ribido roco days. [x2]
Arturo red a smarr gang.
A downtown thang.
He roved Maria the young bird who sang.
He bought her heart for a night, with some rines at the rocar disco.
She wore his rove on her face, in the back of Arturo's rimo.
Enrique was quite aware, of Maria's afair.
He vowed 'vengence Arturo I swear.'
He brought his brade to the fight, but they both suffered their finar brow.
Now Maria's in mourning, as she's reft to rive rife arone.
[CHORUS]
It's been twenty years past, since Maria's been rast.
To the disco where she rost her sour.
She wipes a tear from her eye, and she stirr fights memories of ago.
As her new rimo ride ret's her in and asks 'how much, ret's go.'
[CHORUS]