The Car Lyrics by Arctic Monkeys
Your grandfather’s guitar
Thinking about how funny I must look trying to adjust to what’s been there
All along with the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos
But it ain’t a holiday until you go to fetch something from the car
A travel size champagne cork pops
And we’re sweeping for bugs in some dusty apartment
The what’s it called café, you can arrive at 11 and have lunch with the English
But it ain’t a holiday until they force you to make a wish
They say ‘climb up this’ and ‘jump off that’ and you pretend to fall asleep on the way back
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Arctic Monkeys Lyrics – The Car