Your arm out the window,
The radio is fully on,
There's a foxtail hanging outside,
There are four men in each car.
The cops are just in town hung up,
Scorched a Ford at 110
And slowed down a Fiat.
We put new silt on it
And bought ourselves rally stripes.
We are the boys from the Opel gang,
We all hung out.
We are the boys from the Opel gang,
We all hung out.
Opel gear!
A lap around the block of houses,
Then the cart is jacked up
And crouched under the box.
Saturday afternoon at half past three,
Football report and a beer.
Cavalier state is tried out,
Then we set off in a great sprint,
We never fasten the seatbelt.
We are the boys from the Opel gang,
We all hung out.
We are the boys from the Opel gang,
We all hung out.
Opel gang - we all hung out!

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