Bumpercars

Bumpercars. Bumpercars.
Drive around In someone else's wheels on the rented road.
Yes oh, no sir,
In your straightest jacket, couldn't you explode?

Bumpercars. Bumpercars.
All week sell paint to the plebs.
Shy daughter's lard white slacks.
Kiss me beneath Haunted House.

Bells ring and airguns crack,
My boss's back.
Bumpercars. Bumpercars.
Drive around in someone else's wheels on the rented road.

Yes sir, no sir,
In your straightest jacket, you're on overload.
Bumpercars. bumper to bumper.
Bumpercars. bumper to bumper.

Take home your lucky dip wage.
Don't you just hate his wife?
Daydream of denting her rear
Then cut her up jack knife.
It's a fun-fair life.

Bumpercars. bumper to bumper
Bumpercars, bumper to bumper.
And you know when it's time to change gear.
With the speed that the weekend comes.

For the boys that we always practice with,
For the girls that we always practice with.
Yeah you'll know when it's time to change gear.
Yes you'll know when it's time to change gear.

Drive around in tiny little circles in a souped up tin.
Swerve and dodgem 'til that something snaps
And then you smash 'em in.
Bumpercars, bumper to bumper.