You can call me a car lover Cos I love it in a motor And the way it feels To ride around on new wheels
I hardly know you But I think Imgoing to Lets go siesta In your Ford Fiesta
Here we go again Imriding in your car Let me count to ten Cos its gone way too far Up my street to nowhere You know what detours are Here we go again And its gone way too far
Sometimes I just can not function My hearts spaghetti junction Every shining bonnet Makes me think of my back on it
I just can not esacape the feeling That Id rather be free-wheeling In every little Honda There may lurk a Peter Fonda, ooh
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