sunny drive in the ol' red car

S​ummers eve in the ol' red car,

Don't know where we're  going and she can't go to far

Then the phone rings.

Well I hate that sound but

I love her face

She got a smile in the mirror

No matter the pace.

The phone's still ringing,

I know exactly who's there

With a crooked smile she picks up

Out the window I glare.

Well I hate to hear bit

I know to much

A car park, Weston Super Mare

Damn I want to feel that rush