Get in the car You know the way Going on a
holiday
Up in the morn Quarter to
six Frozen milk on weet bix
We'll see
happier times If we don't cross imaginary
lines On the back seat it'll be fine Cause
we got four hours to drive That's if we get
there alive Oh yeah
Stop on the
way Fill up with gas Pity I can't feel my
ass
Throw in the tape You know the
one All the kids can sing along
I think
it's round the next bend The post cards that I
won't send They're always full of shit So
you'll get over it
End of the day Feel
much the same Going home is such a
shame
Wait for a year Cause you know
then We can do it all again
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