Her name was Cristine, she was a race car
With stripes joined in a pair and fenders cut up to there
She would do burnouts, and erased all doubts
That she would be a star, many tires she would char
Even you and yours, could drive her 9 point 4
She was fast and she was loud
Who could ask for more?

She's the COPO, COPO Camaro
The hottest car north of Toledo
She's the COPO, COPO Camaro
Fast quarter mile times must be in the nines
And the COPO, she won them all

His name was Cobra, he wore a vinyl
He heard three sharp horns blare and saw Cristine over there
And when she finished, she downshifted
Blasted out ahead of him, Cobra's chances appeared dim
And then the engine revs flew, the tire marbles too
There was a flag and a single winner
But just who beat who?

She's the COPO, COPO Camaro
The hottest car north of Toledo
She's the COPO, COPO Camaro
Her quarter mile time only barely reached the nines
And the COPO, she lost it all

Her name is Cristine, she was a race car,
But that was many seasons ago, now she can't race very far
Now there is drifting, but not for Cristine
Faded stripes in a pair, fenders rusted up to there
She tries to look her best, but the mice have made a nest
She lost her race and she lost her title
And her wheels are misaligned!

She's the COPO, COPO Camaro
The hottest car north of Toledo
She's the COPO, COPO Camaro
Her quarter mile time only barely reached the nines
And the COPO, don't risk it all

Don't risk it all
COPO Camaro
COPO Camaro
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