The Car
Arctic Monkeys
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The Car Song LyricsYour grandfather's guitar
Thinking about how funny I must look
Trying to adjust to what's been there all along
With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos
But it ain't a holiday until
You go to fetch something from the car
Travel size champagne cork pops
And we're sweeping for bugs
In some dusty apartment
The "what's-it-called café"
You can arrive at 11
And have lunch with the English
But it ain't a holiday until
They force you to make a wish
They say, "Climb up this"
And, "Jump off that"
And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back
No, it ain't a holiday until
You go to fetch something from the car
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