Angie, the Runaway Girl

Well, step aside, man, make some room There’s a Runaway Girl gonna go boom-boom! She’s got that fire-top, a crimson mane Driving all the boys and the girls insane! Wrapped in leather, skin-tight black Our Runaway Girl never looks back She’s got the curves, she’s got the swing Angie’s the queen, she’s the real deal thing! Oh, Angie! My Runaway Girl With that wild red hair in a rockabilly whirl Curvy and cool, making everyone stare A Runaway Girl from out of nowhere! Nobody knows where she’s coming from Or who she really is under the neon sun In her leather boots, looking so fine Runaway Angie, you’re one of a kind! She hits the floor with a leopard-print strut The Runaway’s here, keep your big mouth shut! The guys try to grab her, she kicks 'em aside This Runaway Girl is on a wild, wild ride She’s popular, man, the toast of the town The baddest little rebel that’s ever been found From the pompadours to the pin-up crowd Everybody’s shouting "Runaway!" out loud! Angie! Runaway! She’s the spark, she’s the flame Runaway Girl is her middle name! Oh, Angie! My Runaway Girl With that wild red hair in a rockabilly whirl Curvy and cool, making everyone stare A Runaway Girl from out of nowhere! Nobody knows where she’s coming from Or who she really is under the neon sun In her leather boots, looking so fine Runaway Angie, you’re one of a kind! Red hair flying, leather shining bright The Runaway Girl disappears in the night! Angie Runaway