From the recording Freedom of Expression
Lyrics
I jus’ ran a mile to catch a bus
They say leave the drivin’ up to us
I sit down beside a funky smell
Who looks at me like I should go to hell
I need a car!…nothin’ too groovy
Somethin’ with wheels, somethin’ to move me
T’keep me away from where the wild things are….
I need a car!
I change places when I get the chance
I catch a strangers eyes in a fleeting glance
I smile warmly as I tip my hat
She replies..”hey! what are you lookin’ at?”
Chorus
Solo
Bridge
Somebody in the back starts smokin’
So the driver goes to see who’s tokin’
But when I bump him with my knee…
He transfers all his anger onto me!….
Chorus