Gimme The Car (1983 Rough Trade UK Single)

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 you what, ha, I tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna pick her up, ha, 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, shh, 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'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 Well, oh (ah, ah, uh) Hey, dad, speaking of driving Come on, dad, gimme the car tonight Ah-ah Ah-ah So much he don't understand Just might never make it to a man Dad, gimme the car Come on, dad, 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 You know, I ain't had much to live for You know, I ain't had much to live for