Come and take a drive out of the city   Packed some smoke and some wine in an Esky   Got to get the hell out of the suburbs   Hit the open road where the air's pure      And if the sun doesn't fall on your shoulder   As we make our way south past the beach   Then I could die a million deaths of disappointment   I promised you, your best times would be spent with me      Even in my car, it shouldn't take long   We'll find a nice looking pier to park our chairs on   Leave the trouble of distance behind us   Throw in fishing rods gotten for Christmas      We'll make good time   Taking it easy   'Cos we can