Drivin' Sister

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay' Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way Her mother got bust on a 88 And her brother got stuck on my number plate, yeah Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock n' roll You know she's much, too much on the clutch Hey mister bartender, won't you gimme some wine I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time He put five gallons in my petrol tank You know we've just about made it but her breath sure stank, yeah Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock n' roll She don't make with no brakes Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's an automobeat on the street Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's much, too much on the clutch Drivin' sister rock n' roll She's got her feet on the wheel Drivin' sister rock n' roll She don't make with no brakes I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive And drive little sister drive" I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive Just drive little sister, drive"