Eleven oclock on a motorway it wasnt very nice still raining
Spied a man he looks away I never liked him much no conversation
Skills went on a quiz show once and nearly won encyclopaedic
Sunday drive to birthday lunch had an argument theyre car sick
Oh shiver on to your own front door
So much to get back for

Clumsy clumsy arent we dressed in paper
And holding hands with gloves on
Eyes in comedy shades

Were clumsy arent we wrapped in paper and fears
Cant pay attention when youve got glue ears

Seven oclock on a motorway she isnt going out shes only
Visiting dad who was locked away
Now he just recites lines from movies
Kid in the back is eating flies
Wish his mother didnt dress him funny
She still sighs still dots her eyes
With little hearts she worries