Eleven o'clock on a motorway it wasn't very nice

still raining, spied a man he looks away

I never liked him much no conversation

skills went on a quiz show once

and nearly won, encyclopaedic

Sunday drive to birthday lunch

had an argument, they're car sick

oh, shiver on to your own front door

so much to get back for

clumsy, clumsy aren't we, dressed in paper and

fears

can't pay attention when you've got glue ears

seven o'clock on a motorway, she isn't going out

she's only

visiting dad who was locked away

now he just recites lines from movies

kid in the back is eating flies

wish his mother didn't dress him funny

she still sighs still dots her eyes

with little hearts she worries