Baby's Driving Lyrics - Singles - Flying Circus

You got your nasty sunglasses, to show that you're the fastest 

Every Sunday driver beware 

Take a left down the next street, down to the beach 

There's something funky happening there 

And every cop in town tries to ask you out for dinner 

But you know that they will never do 

'Cause as long as I'm around you can drive my car 

And baby, no one does it faster than you 

And that's all right, that's all right 

That's all right, can't you see? 

My baby's driving me 

You got the air in your hair, your nose in the bends 

You got the antichrists wishing they were born again 

You got a pocket full of cash, your feet on the dash 

You got the barmen closing shop when they see us coming 

And that's all right, that's all right 

That's all right, can't you see? 

My baby's driving me 

By Monday we won't have any money 

By Tuesday we'll have run outa gas 

Who cares? As long as my motor's still running 

We'll leave them all eating grass 

Because my baby she can drive me round oh so fast..... 

We had a broken down aircon, was always on hot 

We had worn-out brake pads so the girl couldn't stop 

We spent our money on fines, we never had a lot 

We had to sing to ourselves, 'cause the radio was shot 

And you know - that's all right, that's all right 

That's all right, can't you see? 

My baby's driving me