Sometimes I just can't function
Let's go siesta
'Cause it's gone way too far
And it's gone way too far
In your Ford Fiesta
Let me count to ten
To ride around on new wheels
I'm riding in your car
Here we go again
I just can't escape the feeling
Let me count to ten
'Cause it's gone way too far
Here we go again
Up my street to nowhere
I'm riding in your car
Every shining bonnet
Up my street to nowhere
Here we go again
That I'd rather be free-wheeling
I hardly know you
In every little Honda
You know what detours are
And the way it feels
But I think I'm going to
My heart's spaghetti junction
Makes me think of my back on it
There may lurk a Peter Fonda, ooh
Here we go again
You know what detours are
