Pickup Girl (Featured Track)

She pulled up to the gas pump and, oh, that girl looked sweet.
Drivin’ a Nissan - didn’t even have a back seat.
She was a princess - that much was clear.
She was sippin’ a Latte - I needed a beer.

Oh, Give me, Give me a pickup girl!
I don’t need diamonds and pearls.
Give me a six pack, a toolbox in the back, I’ll give it a whirl.
Give me, Give me a pickup girl!

She was on her way home from college - senior year spring break.
I had feed to deliver - I was already late.
She asked if I’d heard of Stanford - she ordered some tuna on toast.
I took a bite of my burger - said, “Girl, I’ve never been to the coast.”

Oh, Give me a pickup girl!
I don’t need diamonds and pearls.
Give me a six pack, a toolbox in the back, I’ll give it a whirl.
Give me, Give me a pickup girl!

Give me, Give me a pickup girl!
I don’t need diamonds and pearls.
Oh, Give me a six pack, a toolbox in the back, I’ll give it a whirl.
Give me, Give me a pickup girl!
Give me, Give me a pickup girl!