Wacky Wanda in the Red Miata®

 

Wacky Wanda in the red Miata, she comes to Metairie ‘cause she just gotta

Gotta have a little fun with me on the island with the big palm tree

 

Wacky Wanda, Wacky Wanda, Wacky Wanda

That red Miata makes my heart beat fonder

Wacky Wanda, she’s no farmer’s daughter

She’s a hot-rodding momma in a red Miata

 

Wacky Wanda in the red Miata, she makes the temperatures in me grow hotter

She revs my engine to the danger zone, shimmy-shake me like to break my bones

 

Wacky Wanda come and play with me

Drive me wild in the warm gulf breeze

Up and down on the boulevard

We’re tossing kisses to the tourists

Like it’s Mardi Gras

 

Wacky Wanda, Wacky Wanda, Wacky Wanda

That red Miata makes my heart beat fonder

Wacky Wanda, she’s no farmer’s daughter

She’s a hot-rodding momma, she’s a hotty bodyrama

She’s a lot of melodrama in a red Miata

 

Wacky Wanda in the red Miata, she make me think of things I shouldn’t oughta

She makes me dream about the pleasure sin and all the devil she can get me in

 

Wacky Wanda come and play with me

Drive me wild in the warm gulf breeze

Up and down on the boulevard

We’re tossing kisses to the tourists

Like it’s Mardi Gras

 

Wacky Wanda, Wacky Wanda, Wacky Wanda

That red Miata makes my heart beat fonder

Wacky Wanda, she’s no farmer’s daughter

She’s a hot-rodding momma, she’s a hotty bodyrama

She’s a lot of melodrama in a red Miata

 

Yeah

 

© 1997. Billy Marabella.

NOTES ON THIS SONG
I don’t know where Wacky Wanda came from, but she came fully formed and loaded for action. Once I put her in a Miata, she became quite real to me. The fact is, she is a figment of my imagination, as is this whole story. This song was written several years before Zoom-Zoom-Zoom.