Letra:
Come and take a drive out of the city packed some smoke and some wine in an esky got to get the hell out of the suburbs hit the open road where the air's pure and if the sun doesn't fall on your shoulder as we make our way south past the beach then I could die a million deaths of disappointment I promised you your best times would be times spent with me even in my car it shouldn't take long we'll find a nice looking pier to park our chairs on leave the trouble of distance behind us throw in fishing rods got for christmas we'll make good time taking it easy cos we can
