Sex and rock and roll, the American way
The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah, yeah, yeah
That you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?
Never stops ringing
Cause when you call me on my telephone
Saying take me to the show
And then I say, honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home
Oh, no, no, no, no
The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my, oh
I got you under my wheels
Yeah, you're under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Wheel, wheel, wheel, wheel, yeah
The telephone is ringing
You keep me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess you that couldn't see, yeah, yeah, yeah
But you've been under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Oh, you're under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Wheel, wheel, wheel
We're gonna drive down to L.A.
We're gonna watch the young girls play
Because I want you
Because he wants you
I got you under my wheels...
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