Paroles: Violent Femmes. Gimme The Car.

Come on Dad, gimme the car tonight
Come on Dad, gimme the car tonight
I got this girl I wanna....
Come on Dad, gimme the car.

Come on Dad, gimme the car tonight
I tell ya what, I tell ya what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna pick her up
I'm gonna get her drunk
i'm gonna make her cry
I'm gonna get her high
I'm gonna make her laugh
I'm gonna make her...shh
Woman, woman, woman
she gotta, I know she's it

Cuz I'm gonna touch her
all over her body
gonna touch her
all over her body
gonna touch her
all over her body
gonna touch her
all over her body.

And she can touch me
all over my body
she can touch me
all over my body
she can touch me
all over my body
she can touch me
all over my body.

Time goes by, I can feel myself growing old
Burning inside's makin' this boy turn out cold.

What's wrong, What's right
I don't care when I hate my life
What's wrong, What's right
y'know people don't care when they hate their life
But how can I explain personal pain
how can I explain personal pain
how can I explain my voice is in vain
how can I explain the deep down
driving, driving, driving,
we're driving, we're driving, we're driving
well, ohhhhhhhhh

Hey Dad, speaking of driving...
Come on Dad, gimme the car tonight.

So much he don't understand,
just might never make it to a man.

Come on Dad, gimme the car
Come on Dad, I ain't no runt
Come on girl, gimme your...
Cuz I ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for
y'know I ain't had much to live for
y'know I ain't had much to live for