Beachside parking lot
Her left mirror had fallen off
Salty hair and a paddle pop
Just my type
So we made dinner plans
Maybe I should be the one who drives
Her father was a bass playing man
Fair to say that I was working on my handshake the whole damn night
Baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I'll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy
Oh, yeah, she ruled my dreams
Had me fixated on the make-believe
Oh, let's go live in a suburban street
Up on the hillside
Where we can sleep in late
Yeah, we'll be hushed in our own little cloud
'Til we remember it's rubbish day
And I'll go sprinting through the rain before that truck comes 'round
Oh, baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I'll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy
Yeah, I can drive a minivan
Trade my guitars for a folding pram
Forever be a family man
Sail that ship 'til I die
Spin you 'round the kitchen floor
And you're dancing with a glass full of wine
You leading me to the bedroom door
Oh, I can be the Michael to your Holly for the rest of time
Oh, baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I'll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy
I hope you know that I can be that guy
Oh, baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I'll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy
