It was a cloudy Saturday for a gig in Zurich I was the fool who organised the car The belts were fasten and you started to mix Vodka Redbull but you went to far
I´m Sunday morning dreamer I hate to wash my car Why don´t you believe me No punkrock in my car
I got this car to bring in foxy ladies eating tuna really takes the piss you didn´t care that in my new Mercedes It´s not allowed to smoke your cannabis
I´m Sunday morning dreamer I hate to wash my car Why don´t you believe me No punkrock in my car
You´re an antisocial psychopath you didn´t pay for the gas like Lemmy says you´ve got no class you trashed my car it´s true You fiddled with the radio you´re spitting out of my window a ticket home is a lot of dough It´s a long walk back for you
I´m Sunday morning dreamer I hate to wash my car Why don´t you believe me No punkrock in my car