Drivin' Sister

Eight-track machine playing 'Half Moon Bay'
 Drivin' in my Volks down on Hamstead Way
 Her mother got bust on a 88
 And her brother got stuck on my number plate, yeah
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 She's an automobeat on the street
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 You know she's much, too much on the clutch
 Hey mister bartender, won't you gimme some wine
 I gotta get outta town, meet my baby on time
 He put five gallons in my petrol tank
 You know we've just about made it but her breath sure stank, yeah
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 She's got her feet on the wheel
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 She don't make with no brakes
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 She's an automobeat on the street
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 She's much, too much on the clutch
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 She's got her feet on the wheel
 Drivin' sister rock n' roll
 She don't make with no brakes
 I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive
 And drive little sister drive"
 I said, "Drive, drive, drive, drive
 Just drive little sister, drive"