Ah, shake along with me Shake along with me Shake along with them I'd like to be somebody else and not know where I've been I'd like to build myself a house out of plasticine I've been driving in my car with my friend Mister Soft Mister Clean and Mister

What's in your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh In your head I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get Away from these problems 'til all of my

Jesus, take the wheel So give me one more chance Take it from my hands 'Cause I can't do this on my own I'm letting go She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati on a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her mama and her daddy with the

Maybe I can talk you down Cos if you go, I go We're standing on a tiny ledge Before this goes over the edge Gonna use my heart and not my head Just a cigarette gone So I'm driving in my car where I hope you are And try to open up your eyes This is

I can get no satisfaction I have tried, I have tried We gotta have it, we gotta have it I can't get me no, ha, ha I can't get no, uh, now When I'm driving in my car And the man talks on the radio Keep tellin' me more and more About that useless

I can't get no satisfaction I have tried, I have tried We gotta have it, we gotta have it I can't get me no, ha-ha And I can't get no, uh, now When I'm driving in my car And the man come on the radio Keep a-tellin' me more and more About that useless

I can't get no satisfaction I have tried, I have tried We gotta have it, we gotta have it I can't get me no, ha-ha And I can't get no, uh, now When I'm driving in my car And the man come on the radio Keep a-tellin' me more and more About that useless

We’re driving fast in my car No, we’re not looking for violence We’ve got our riot gear on But we just want to have fun Tonight we want to have fun Hollowed out and Filled up with hate All we want is You to give us a break

She's got a ticket to ride But she don't care She ought to do right by me My baby don't care, my baby don't care I think I'm gonna be sad The girl that's driving me mad She said that living with me For she would never be free When I was around

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone