Paroles: Breeders. Son Of Three.

I got an empty case of wip-its
No more time on the meter
Daybreak, about face, I think I'm comin'
Cross another country line

Are we there?
Convertible, cookin' with nitrous
Crackin' in the air
I am the sign of go

While last night's stars were high
Now they're popping in the sky
And the band is jammin' in
Daybreak, I don't like it

Better tonight, better for you
Buzzing fluorescence
I don't know what it wants from me
If I find the door, I am the son of go

And the band is movin' in
That's what you get, that's what you get
When there's no time on the meter
You get an empty case of wip-its
And a boyfriend with a beeper