Listen
Are you driving or am I?
I am, good so shut up
There's whisky in the glovebox
And cigarettes, just help yourself
Listen
Listen to a bit of that, doll
You hear it? My favourite tune
Turn the radio up a bit
And don't be afraid, I'm not going to go off the road
Suddenly
Just before Monte-Carlo
That's where, that's where, the luck runs out
That's when the Jaguar swerves
And goes straight ahead into the ditch
And while the two scream in pain
The radio, the radio continued blaring
Tomorrow, they'll be scraped up in little spoonfuls