Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'   Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way   Her mother got bust on a 88   And her brother got stuck on my number plate, yeah      Drivin' sister rock n' roll   She's an automobeat on the street   Drivin' sister rock n' roll   You know she's much, too much on the clutch      Hey mister bartender, won't you gimme some wine   I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time   He put five gallons in my petrol tank   You know we've just about made it but her breath sure stank, yeah      Drivin' sister rock n' roll   She's got her feet on the wheel   Drivin' sister rock n' roll   She don't make with no brakes      Drivin' sister rock n' roll   She's an automobeat on the street   Drivin' sister rock n' roll   She's much, too much on the clutch      Drivin' sister rock n' roll   She's got her feet on the wheel   Drivin' sister rock n' roll   She don't make with no brakes      I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive   And drive little sister drive"   I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive   Just drive little sister, drive"