Little Feat Boom Box Car Lyrics

Boom Box Car Lyrics

Paul Barrere 



Yes you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobile 

Yeah you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobile 

  

Now I'd love to see you lose the keys to that menace on four wheels 

It's so amplified... ain't no wonder why your paint's begun to peel 

And those sub woofers hammerin' they're givin' my head a pain 

It's either you or me if its me you see I'll jus' cop the plea... 

hey judge... I'm insane 

I'm sore insane 

  

You and your boom box car 

You and your boom box car 

Ya gone and drove me too far 

With your boom box car 

  

With all this rap dap 'o' lappin' and those bass drums a flappin 

At a million and twenty dee bees 

It's got my eyeballs bleadin' and my eardrums pleadin' 

I'm beggin' mercy, please, please, please 

But what has got me so mad is when you tell me oh dad 

Ya 'bout as square as you can be 

Would ya think I's neater if I blew out your tweeters 

With this 12 guage across my knees 

Give up the keys 

  

You and your boom box car 

You and your boom box car 

Ya gone and drove me too far 

With your boom box car 

  

You know that back in my day we'd drive our Chevrolets 

And take our dates way up on Blueberry Hill 

And with very straight faces say "the submarine race 

Well they start about a quarter 'til" 

But now you and your clowns just like to ride around town 

With you volume knobs at ten 

And the only thing bangin' in your station wagon 

Is the beat bouncin' off your head 

Ya might be brain dead soon be stone deaf 

  

From your boom box car 

Yes your boom box car 

You gone and drove me too far 

In your boom box car