She stands there on the corner, got raspberry jeans

Waiting and watching, oh god, here he comes

He pulls up beside her in his sporty machine

Rolls down the window and hands her a bag of plums



Plums? Eat them he tells her

They'll make ya feel great

She hops in the car and he steps on the gas

She says can't you drive faster

It's getting late

Just a wee bit faster

You're not going too fast

Oh



Freeway, riding down the freeway

Cruisin', now she's really cruisin'

When the plums take affect

Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind (mind)

She is no longer a nervous wreck

Now her nerves are blind; she feels fine (fine)



Oh, I feel great, she says

But he already knows it

Cause she's fingering his hair

And biting his toes

She's really plumbed out

And in her eyes she shows it

She says, Hey, what's the hurry?

Let's drive more slow



Moisture drips from her edible lips

And as he looks into her eyes

He is quick to realize

That he'd better pull over

Before he gets to Dover

Cause if he really wants her

Now the time is wise



Freeway, riding down the freeway

Cruisin', now you're really cruisin'

When the plums take affect

Yes, the plums suddenly juice her mind (mind)

She is no longer a nervous wreck

Now her nerves are blind; she looks fine (fine)



She's plum dumb

Plum dumb

Plum it (x6)

Yeah