Stack on the clay, pile up the rocks High off the ground, chisel it down To park the car, we must find parking Or spend the day on the freeway Stay in your lane
It´s what you want And yes, I approve ´Cause if I run out of gas You´ll be my excuse First generation´s assimilations You wear it well And no one can tell No one can tell
She won´t take my call When I am tipsy ´Cause she´s on the wagon, dressed like a gypsy Do like the Romans Pop melatonin Falling asleep, blame it on me Stay in your lane
Stack on the clay, pile up the rocks
High off the ground, chisel it down To park the car we must find parking On the freeway, stay in your lane Stay in your lane, stay in your lane