I pick you up on monday morning In the street And all you have to do is fall Into the seat Now the time has come for us Time for us to go Turn ourselves over to the unseen The map will snore In it's glove compartment As we pass And we don't stop until the last ends Except for gas Now the time has come for us Time for us to go Turn ourselves over to the unseen Big fresh Big fresh Where's your lively Big fresh Big fresh Where's your smiley
