Lyrics:
a rider)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go
(Ooh, she's can go a hundred miles an hour)
Go baby driver, go baby, go, go (oh, baby driver, ooh yeah)
Go
Parked inside the lay-by
Their destination can wait
Dancing in the moonlight
The truck-driver and his mate
Acting out of compulsion
After
Well I have a few hours to wait while they've loaded my trailer with freight
So I borrowed my buddy's old car and drove down to the dance hall
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin'
Oh, no, oh, no
Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back
Working on your own time
Laid back and laughin'
Oh, no, oh, no
Headlights, make it home by sundown
Feeling that the day is through
Return back
was a darn good steel drivin' man
Lord, Lord, he was a darn good steel drivin' man
Now John Henry drove an awful lot of steel
He was the best driver in
everything the engineer would do
One day the engineer wanted a bite to eat,
He left the monkey sitting on the driver's seat,
The monkey pulled
Taxi driver
Be my shrink for the hour
Leave the meter running
It's rush hour
So take the streets if you wanna
Just outrun the demons, could you?
Sunday
Cold weather
Home, that's where I'll stay
Ok I admit it
I've been drifting
Dreaming the hours away
dreamin' of love
The gentle kind
I don't
Taking off his turban, they said, "is this man a Jew?"
'Cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying: "We earn more than you
Taking off his turban, they said, "is this man a Jew?"
'Cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying: "We earn more than you
Open at seven in the old front stalls.
How about a Taxi Grab.
There's an empty cab by the taxi stand
Driver's in the cafe washing his hands.
Big
And she said, "Baby, it's understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time"
Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I'm gonna
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night,
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights.
Rolled down the driver's
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights
Rolled down the driver's
These things
That I've
Been told
Can rearrange
My world
My doubt
In time
But inside out
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
And she said, "Baby, it's understood
Working for peanuts is all very fine
But I can show you a better time"
Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I'm gonna
a reservation
Between the hours of ten and two, how do you do
You've got the time to remember
I've gotta slick proposition you
There's nothing else I'd rather
Come Monday morning
You see her waitin' on the street for her ride
In an hour she'll be working
In a tower made of steel in the sky
She's just
the overtime hours
Loving how we're working on the night shift, baby
Gonna rock it right
No need to talk, I know what you want
And what you like
'Cause I
Hey, hey
Stop, hey
Please, stop, fuck, stop, oh
Uh
Oh, thank God you stopped
Fuck, my fucking OnStar isn't working
I left my fucking phone
Along the fussy freeway drivers
dream of sunday barbecues.
Of a sudden, seems I can barely
face my self: no face to lose.
Call the bosses. Call
Working from nine to five.
And time goes by
The hours tick away.
First seconds,
Then minutes,
Then hours into days.
Each day,
Each week,
Seems
Gotta get out of TV
Just pick a point and go
The ticker-tape tangles my feet
As I search for a face that I know
Come on, tower crane driver
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