Driving in the south, the motor's on fire
   Let's put it out, before the flames go higher
  
   Monday matinee, in pull we are life's throb
   So hard to choose between conceit and rock
  
   Some college in the spring, the sound is all wrong
   Reset the mate to our Flamin Groovies song
  
   Driving, night again, they're late, car crash
   We'll turn to look unless we're going too fast