Come on and crash my car
Come on and crash my car
Come on and crash my car
Come on and crash my car

Oh it hasn’t got insurance
But I’m sure that if insurance were insuring it
It wouldn’t go at all

I haven’t got a licence
But I lie about my licence
If the lies will help you climb it up a wall

We could make a packet
If you wear your ripped black jacket
And we languish and we suffer and we wail

Come on and wreck my car
Come on and wreck my car
Come on and wreck my car
Come on and wreck my car

 

from the album Fingertips by They Might Be Gannets