Letra

Phyllis, go home I think you might be drunk What you called your knack for genius Was probably only luck Phyllis, don't cry When you think of the snow Picture burly lumberjacks Dying in the cold He's never coming back Fast times in Minnesota You're stuck in North Dakota Driving 55 Phyllis, don't frown This is not the end Of a life you half-despise You got a few years yet Phyllis, look up Try not to forget The best part of getting older: Living with regret He's never coming back (no) Fast times in Minnesota You're stuck in North Dakota Driving 55 He's never coming back (no) Fast times in Minnesota (no) Just east of South Dakota (no) Ooftas and yeah-you-betchas (no) Hot dish and all the lefse (no) Drunk driving on Toyotas (no) Bob Dylan, great to know ya (no) White people paranoia (no) That time and where I met ya (no) I hope I didn't bore ya (no) Driving 55 (driving 55) Driving 55 (driving 55) Driving 55
Writer(s): Jeremy Messersmith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out