Little Feat - Boom Box Car Lyrics
Paul BarrereYes you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobileYeah you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobile Now I'd love to see you lose the keys to that menace on four wheelsIt's so amplified... ain't no wonder why your paint's begun to peelAnd those sub woofers hammerin' they're givin' my head a painIt's either you or me if its me you see I'll jus' cop the plea...hey judge... I'm insaneI'm sore insane You and your boom box carYou and your boom box carYa gone and drove me too farWith your boom box car With all this rap dap 'o' lappin' and those bass drums a flappinAt a million and twenty dee beesIt's got my eyeballs bleadin' and my eardrums pleadin'I'm beggin' mercy, please, please, pleaseBut what has got me so mad is when you tell me oh dadYa 'bout as square as you can beWould ya think I's neater if I blew out your tweetersWith this 12 guage across my kneesGive up the keys You and your boom box carYou and your boom box carYa gone and drove me too farWith your boom box car You know that back in my day we'd drive our ChevroletsAnd take our dates way up on Blueberry HillAnd with very straight faces say "the submarine raceWell they start about a quarter 'til"But now you and your clowns just like to ride around townWith you volume knobs at tenAnd the only thing bangin' in your station wagonIs the beat bouncin' off your headYa might be brain dead soon be stone deaf From your boom box carYes your boom box carYou gone and drove me too farIn your boom box car
