So we were cruising on down the strip    After some stripping of our own    She said “could you stop right here for a second, baby?    I need to use the phone.”    I slowed down and steered to the right    I felt tired, ‘twas well past nightfall    When I leaned back, she grabbed my receiver, baby    What happened to that call?    She said “come on, you know what I meant.    I wanted to borrow your tool.”    I said “sorry, but I’m out of gas.    I need some time to refuel.”    Her plan had sprung a flat,    So I sat and thought for a while    Then I slipped my hand into the glovebox, baby    That certainly gave her a smile