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Stan Ridgway
Stan Ridgway
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Stan Ridgway
Stan Ridgway
Composition
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Hugh Jones
Hugh Jones
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Sittin' right behind me I could smell her perfume It was somethin' I'd smelled before Went through a red light While I spilled my drink I could feel somethin' sticky on the floor I said "miss, you've gotta tell me Where you wanna go to I can't keep drivin' round the same block" So I crumpled my cup And pulled the gum off my shoe And then she told me "just shut up And keep your eyes on the road" Chorus: "And just drive," she said "Just drive," she said "Just drive," she said Well, I watched her put her hands On the bag in her lap While I scratched the bald spot on my head I knew then that my cab was just A getaway car But I shut up and drove, like she said I took a bite of my doughnut And I offered her one And I said "lady, are you in a fix? " Then she reached in her purse And she pulled out a gun, and said "Now just shut up, and keep your hands on the wheel" Chorus repeat (okay, okay!) Spoken Then the moon disappeared, and it started to rain, So I put the wipers on full. And on the bag in her lap I saw the name of a big bank downtown. And I said, "you don't have to worry about me, nope!" When I turned the headlights on¨c¨cjust for a minute¨c¨c I thought I saw the both of us on some kinda tropical island someplace. Walkin' down a white sandy beach. Eatin' somethin'... Chorus repeat We pulled outta traffic Down a dark side street She was fixin' her hair in the mirror I made a left turn At a yellow light Drove my cab fast towards the pier She boarded the boat And turned and blew me a kiss And later on, when the squad car came 'round I ate a handful of peanuts And I told 'em this "I don't rememeber much, except 'just keep your hands on the wheel'" Chorus repeat until fade Spoken: Hey, hey, uh¨c¨c Hey, y'all, get outta my way!¨c¨call ya sunday drivers! Hey, you want one of these, ah, slim jims? they're good! What? ¨c¨cwhat? you don't¨c¨cyou don't want one? Well they're 100% meat! Haven't I seen you somewhere before? I know, I know, anchorage, that's where I seen ya, anchorage. Well, where you goin'? I'm sorry, I don't go in that part of town anymore. I don't need my windows washed.
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