Gimme The Car - 1983 Rough Trade UK Single

Come on dad, give me the car tonight
Come on dad, give me the car tonight
I got this girl, I wanna -
Come on, dad, give me the car

Come on, dad, give me the car tonight
I tell you what
I tell you 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
I know she's it
'Cause 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, it's making 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?
You 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

Hey, dad, speaking of driving
Come on, dad, give me the car tonight
So much he don't understand
Just might never make it to a man

Come on, dad, give me the car
Come on, dad, I ain't no runt
Come on, girl, give me your -

'Cause I ain't had much to live for
I ain't had much to live for
You know I ain't had much to live for
You know I ain't had much to live for