No particular place to go — текст песни (Status Quo)

Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity`s running wild
Cruisin` and playin` the radio
With no particular place to go

Riding along with my collar loose
Still trying to get her belt unloose
All the way home I held a grudge
But the safety belt it wouldn`t budge
Cruisin` and playin` the radio
With no particular place to go

The wanderer
Well I`m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well you know that I`m around
I kiss `em and I love `em `cos to me they`re all the same
I hug `em and I squeeze them, they don`t even know my name
They call me the Wanderer, yeah the Wanderer
I roam around and round and round and round and round
They call me the Wanderer, yeah the Wanderer
I roam around and round and round and round and round