Come and take a drive out of the city

Packed some smoke and some wine in an esky

Got to get the hell out of the suburbs

Hit the open road where the air's pure



And if the sun doesn't fall on your shoulder

As we make our way south past the beach

Then I could die a million deaths of dissapointment

I promised you your best times would be spent with me



Even in my car it shouldn't take long

We'll find a nice looking pier to park our chairs on

Leave the trouble of distance behind us

Thow in fishing rods gotten for christmas



We'll make good time

Taking it easy

Cos we can