You got your nasty sunglasses, to show that you're the fastestEvery Sunday driver bewareTake a left down the next street, down to the beachThere's something funky happening thereAnd every cop in town tries to ask you out for dinnerBut you know that they will never do'Cause as long as I'm around you can drive my carAnd baby, no one does it faster than youAnd that's all right, that's all rightThat's all right, can't you see?My baby's driving meYou got the air in your hair, your nose in the bendsYou got the antichrists wishing they were born againYou got a pocket full of cash, your feet on the dashYou got the barmen closing shop when they see us comingAnd that's all right, that's all rightThat's all right, can't you see?My baby's driving meBy Monday we won't have any moneyBy Tuesday we'll have run outa gasWho cares? As long as my motor's still runningWe'll leave them all eating grassBecause my baby she can drive me round oh so fast.....We had a broken down aircon, was always on hotWe had worn-out brake pads so the girl couldn't stopWe spent our money on fines, we never had a lotWe had to sing to ourselves, 'cause the radio was shotAnd you know - that's all right, that's all rightThat's all right, can't you see?My baby's driving me