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'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 knows 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 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,

Weredriving, weredriving, weredriving

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

I ain't no runt

Come on girl gimme your...

Cause 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





Gordon gano: vocals, guitar

Brian ritchie: bass, vocals

Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal



Recorded at music works, london



*previously unreleased



© gorno music reprinted with permission


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