Cameo

He said his name was
Cameo Cameo

He said his name was
Cameo Cameo

He said his name was Cameo

He danced a nasty funk- style retro

He drove a bright red '67 GTO

He liked to let his Elvis-style hair grow

He was a black belt loaded with skills

He spoke slow choosing words that could kill

Honest people didn't need to fear him
But do not cross that Native American

Cameo Cameo

Cameo Cameo

He said his name was
Cameo Cameo

He said his name was
Cameo Cameo

He would whisper

'White Man speak with forked tongue'

Before he was finished talking

You'd be going down

He'd repeat

'White Man speak with forked tongue'

And by that time you'd be long dead

And buried in the ground

Cameo Cameo

Cameo Cameo

I said his name was
Cameo Cameo

He said his name was
Cameo Cameo

He wore a white leather racing jacket

Zipped wide open so you could check out

His tanned body and his clean-shaved pecs

And the turquoise jewelry dangling from his neck

He said his name was
Cameo Cameo

He said his name was
Cameo Cameo

Cameo Cameo

Cameo Cameo