Tom Smith Cruisin' For Chicks On Google Maps
There's a tall skinny blonde, that's the kind I like,
But I can't see past the middle-aged guy on the bike
I move down the street for a better view,
But now she's all blurry, what's a man to do?
There's a hot brunette just caught my eye,
I could reach out and touch her if it was last July,
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps,
The be-all and end-all of killer apps,
Nine billion panoramic street view snaps,
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps.
Don't need a fancy car or fine clothes to wear,
Drag the icon to an intersection, stop and stare,
Honeys to the left of me, hotties to the right,
Posed perfectly waitin' for a traffic light
They pixellate the faces, but that's absurd,
What's below the neckline sure ain't obscured,
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps,
All of the girl watching, none of the slaps,
Next version's got dancing on rendered laps,
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps.
You can keep your RealDoll with her plasticine bod,
And your Grand Theft Auto with Hot Coffee mod,
Your social network and online date finder,
'Cause i'm surrounded by real live women, kinda.
I can scan every country from border to border,
Without violating my restraining order,
Some people think it's creepy and they say that I'm
Misusing this digitized moment of time,
But I'm only girl watching in the information age,
And I've got a zillion hits on my Twitter page,
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps,
I'm a Macro Mac Daddy in 3D time-lapse,
Instead of Texas Hold-Em or shootin' craps, I'm
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps,
Firing off every erotic synapse,
Times Square or Disneyland might make me collapse,
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps,
What's the best thing in life? It might be, perhaps,
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps.
Cruisin' for chicks on Google Maps.
