I've eaten everything in reach of the front driver's seat But there's more in the back of the car I'd have to lose a little time to make those Doritos mine I've tried, I can't reach that far With your mouth in constant motion, your eyes will remain open You get fat, but you're awake when you get home There's a banana behind the back seat I bought it sometime late last week The expiration date don't bother me tonight Driving must be a drug, things ground into the rug Start to look like they might taste all right When your stomach is distended, all thoughts of sleep have ended You get fat, but you're awake when you get home And you'll find it is incredible The things you'll find edible On late night cross country drives You are a victim of suggestion Your very poor digestion says "One more bite will keep you alive" ♪ I haven't eaten in a mile, there must be something in this pile Bags of food I picked up along the way Strapped into your seat, you're just a steering wheel that eats And you forget you'll have to walk again one day Sit for thirteen hours, your stomach gets empowered Your mouth in constant motion, your eyes will remain open You get fat, but you're awake when you get home