Pickup Chevrolet

Wake up in the morning
Don't want to pursue
That pretty little dream I just had before
Staring at the propeller, that's spinning on my head
Life is the monster, underneath my bed
Now I regretfully, crawl out of my bed
I look to check the time, but their ain't no power to the clock
Because I forgot the batteries at my local shop
Now I will be late because I ain't got no clock

Turn the faucet on, and let the water pour
(The water is getting hot, but the floor is really cold)
This is so relaxing, can this be my day?
(Slick back my hair with gel, but it's now molded clay)

Now I'm stuck in traffic, but which lane do I choose?
I'll just claim the left one
Nobody gets the rule
Lucky me I had picked the correct lane
For you were on my right
In a Pickup Chevrolet
I stop without another foot
I know just what to do
I've got to open wide
As I come and run to you

You're in the middle seat, but I can make do
Hello love, hello my love
I want to marry you