You could 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 I'm going to

Let's go siesta

In you ford fiesta



Here we go again

I'm riding in your car

Let me count to ten

Cos it's 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't function

My heart's spaghetti junction

Every shining bonnet

Makes me think of my back on it



I just can't escape the feeling

That I'd rather be free-wheeling

In every little honda

There may lurk a peter fonda