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From: JonDoe6363@aol.com
Date: Tue, 7 Nov 1995 10:52:19 -0500
Subject: Violent_Femmes: Gimme_the_car 

       The Violent Femmes presents:
              *Gimme The Car*



INTRO:    A   &   C    REPEAT THROUGHOUT THE SONG


GUITAR PLUCK:
             e-------------------||
             b-------------------||
             g------------6------||         Vibrate the string to get that
effect
             d-------------------||
             a-------------------||
             E-------------------||
                (I want to)


   Lyrics:

Come on Dad,
Gimme the car tonight.
Come on Dad,
Gimme the car tonight.
I got this girl,
I wanna <guitar pluck>
Come on Dad,
Gimme the car.
 
Come on Dad,
Gimme the car tonight.
I'll tell you what,
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna pick her up,
I'm gonna get her drunk,
I'm gonna make her cry,
I'm gonna get her high,
I'm gonna make her laugh,
I'm gonna make her shhhhhhhh...
woman, woman, woman,
Shit I know she's it.
Cuz I'm gonna touch her,
All over her body,
Gonna touch her,
All over her body,
Gonna touch her,
All over her body,
Gonna touch her,
All over her body.
And she can touch me,
All over my body,
She can touch me,
All over my body,
She can touch me,
All over my body,
She can touch me,
All over my body.
 
Time goes by,
I can feel myself growing old.
Burning inside,
Is making this boy turn out cold.
 
What's wrong,
What's right,
Ya know I don't care,
When I hate my life.
What's wrong,
What's right,
Ya know people don't care,
When they hate their life.
 
But how can I explain,
Personal pain?
How can I explain,
Personal pain?
How can I explain,
My voice is in vain.
How can I explain,
The deep down driving,
Driving,
Driving,
We're driving,
We're driving,
We're driving.
 
Hey Dad,
Speaking of driving,
Come on Dad,
Give me the car tonight.
 
So much he don't understand,
Just might never make it to a man.
 
Come on Dad,
Give me the car tonight,
Come on Dad,
I ain't no runt,
Come on girl,
Gimme your <guitar pluck>.
 
Cuz I ain't had much to live for.
I ain't had much to live for.
You know, I ain't had much to live for.
You know, I ain't had much to live for.


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