Two, three, four
Well, I've been hangin' around
I'm just one of a crowd
And there ain't much goin' on
Till I was cruising along with the radio on
Playin' one of my favourite songs
Now they are checking my tyres
I'll get my girl on the wire
Supposin' I ever find a phone
But to my utter dismay I got the answer okay
The other voice was a baritone
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame
Gotta get back on the road again
Feelin' less than inspired I chased a girl I admired
Her fancy coat was a real racoon
She could begin the beguine
While reading Life magazine
And feed her face with a silver spoon
I must be so debonair
I threw my glass in the air
And said, "Do you wanna take me home?"
For making such a display
She drove me down to the bay
And threw me out in the danger zone
Oh, what a shame (oh, what a shame)
Oh, what a shame (oh, what a shame)
Oh, what a shame (oh, what a shame)
Got to get back on the road again
Well, I've been gettin' up early with some beautiful girls
And I'll admit I've enjoyed a few
I'm tired of tracking around
I end up being the hound
I know this is what I'm gonna do
I gotta get some honey
With a big white sunny top
Road rocket Chevrolet
So with her seat belt tied
I'll pull into the side
To see the cops tow the car away
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame
Got to get back on the road again
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame
Oh, oh what a shame
Got to get back on the road again
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame
Oh, what a shame
Got to get back on the road again, woo!