Baby`s Driving — текст песни (Flying Circus)

You got your nasty sunglasses, to show that you`re the fastest
Every Sunday driver beware
Take a left down the next street, down to the beach
There`s something funky happening there
And every cop in town tries to ask you out for dinner
But you know that they will never do
`Cause as long as I`m around you can drive my car
And baby, no one does it faster than you
And that`s all right, that`s all right
That`s all right, can`t you see?
My baby`s driving me
You got the air in your hair, your nose in the bends
You got the antichrists wishing they were born again
You got a pocket full of cash, your feet on the dash
You got the barmen closing shop when they see us coming
And that`s all right, that`s all right
That`s all right, can`t you see?
My baby`s driving me
By Monday we won`t have any money
By Tuesday we`ll have run outa gas
Who cares? As long as my motor`s still running
We`ll leave them all eating grass
Because my baby she can drive me round oh so fast.....
We had a broken down aircon, was always on hot
We had worn-out brake pads so the girl couldn`t stop
We spent our money on fines, we never had a lot
We had to sing to ourselves, `cause the radio was shot
And you know - that`s all right, that`s all right
That`s all right, can`t you see?
My baby`s driving me