Girl From Conejo Valley Songtext / Lyric

Slow bring winter heart,

first name Ralo,

walks on good behavior from his self.

And my old girlfriend used to not to

but now knows him well



Slow-thinkin' Lincoln,

nicknamed needles,

used to call me deep down from his little corner of hell.

And my old girlfriend

used to not to but now knows him well.



So I say

Ooo ooo oooh

Helicopter, throw me a line






The girl from Conejo Valley

used to be mine



Motorcycle wilson,

last name's a mystery,

charges for rides in his sidecar seat.

And my old girlfriend,

used to not to but now rides for free



So I say

Ooo ooo oooh

Helicopter, throw me a line



The girl from Conejo Valley

used to be mine.

Helicopter, throw me a line



'Cos the girl from Conejo Valley

used to be mine