Arctic Monkeys - The Car lyrics
[Arctic Monkeys - The Car lyrics]
Your grandfather's guitar
Thinkin' about how funny I must look
Tryin' to adjust to what's
Been there all along
With the boat kiosk lady
And her sleepy amigos
But it ain't a holiday until
You go to fetch somethin' from the car
Travel size champagne cork pops
And we're sweepin' for bugs
In some dusty apartment
The what's-it-called café
You can arrive at eleven and
Have lunch with the English
But it ain't a holiday until
They force you to make a wish
They say, "climb up this"
And "jump off that"
And you pretend to fall asleep
On the way back
No, it ain't a holiday until
You go up to fetch somethin' from the car
Thinkin' about how funny I must look
Tryin' to adjust to what's
Been there all along
With the boat kiosk lady
And her sleepy amigos
But it ain't a holiday until
You go to fetch somethin' from the car
Travel size champagne cork pops
And we're sweepin' for bugs
In some dusty apartment
The what's-it-called café
You can arrive at eleven and
Have lunch with the English
But it ain't a holiday until
They force you to make a wish
They say, "climb up this"
And "jump off that"
And you pretend to fall asleep
On the way back
No, it ain't a holiday until
You go up to fetch somethin' from the car