Get in the car
You know the way
Going on a holiday
Up in the morn
Quarter to six
Frozen milk on weet bix
We'll, see, happier times
If we, don't, cross, imaginary lines
On the back, seat, it'll be fine
Cause we got four hours to drive
That's if we get there alive
Oh yeah
Stop on the way
Fill up the gas
Pity, I can't feel my ass
Throw in the tape
You know the one
All the kids can sing along
We'll, see, happier times
If we, don't, cross, imaginary lines
On the back, seat, it'll be fine
Cause we got four hours to drive
That's if we get there alive
Oh yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I think it's round the next bend
The post cards that I won't send
They're always full of shit
So you'll get over it
Oooh who-oh who-oh who-oh yeah, yeah, yeah
End of the day
Feel much the same
Going home is such a shame
Wait for a year
Cause you know then
We can do it all again
We'll, see, happier times
If we, don't, cross, imaginary lines
On the back, seat, it'll be fine
Cause we got four hours to drive
That's if we get there alive
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I think it's round the next bend
The post cards that I won't send
They're always full of shit
So you'll get over it
Oooh who-oh who-oh who-oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah.
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