lyrics from the feel-good hit of the summer


Little Miss Sunshine
Little Miss Sunshine has rust on her wheels
A short in her wires; do you know how she feels?
She's rough in the morning till her coffee is made
But hardly beginning to fade
And if you could have seen her
All those years ago...

Little Miss Sun-Shiiiiiiiiiiiiine

How do you know when you've finally found
The one that you've searched for for years?
What can you show to the rest of the crowd
But the way that she brakes and she steers?
And the lengths to which she will go
Are taller than her gears, oh...

Little Miss Sun-Shiiiiiiiiiiiiine

Nothing lasts forever, but we can choose to stay

And if we're feeling clever we can drive away together
Drive away together, drive away...


Someday You Might Tell Me (and Someday I Might Learn)
Your late night, overnight visitor's free pass
Begets well shorn, early morning pizza
Just say the word and I will stay, usher in this holiday
You draw the map and I'll pull around to meet ya

One for me, two for you, I don't know just what to do
Hard to start a campfire when the kindling will not burn
Three that you've waited for sits outside your bedroom door
Someday you might tell me, and someday I might learn

I watch you drop your tiny hints as April moonlight gently glints
Off the buckles of the straps that would hold my self-control
You lift your hand to seize the day, find your keys but lose your way
Gasp for one last thing to say, then take off on a roll

This golden opportunity is never to return

You fired a spark but it missed, it's your neck I should have kissed
And your eyes say "stupid boy, what are you waiting for?"
And now my hands are stuck, like my wheels and like my luck
I'm still sleeping in my truck and you are halfway out the door

The game is nearly over, I'm still waiting for my turn
When you Sing like Billie Holiday and look like Laura Dern


Margaret is reaching for the glasses on my face
Now she’s got ‘em and I can’t see a thing
Margaret is growing at a truly awesome pace
And she loves her little ladybug on a string

This happy baby is ready for the day
I’m hoping maybe she might let us sleep in a little longer
Wait and see… (then she smiles at me!)

Margaret is waiting for her plane to make the gate
She’s heading down South to try and dodge the snow
Margaret is thinking that the storm might make us late
But she’s feeling fine and she’s chewing on her toes

This tired baby, not interested in sleep
Is hoping maybe we might let her stay up a little longer…

You told me goodbye from the wheel of your new, blue Impala
Guess I never could provide the things that you need
You yelled "stand aside" out the window as you threw my plush koala
With screeching tires in a brash display of speed

But what if that flame abated?
Your ride abbreviated?
Your heart decelerated to a halt?

I bet you're...
Coming back (coming back)
Coming back (coming back)
Like a boomerang!

The Bridge On The River Kwai
Was showing down at the cinema drafthouse
I sat in the back with a some soup and an Nut Brown Ale
She had a row of Mai Tais,
Knee-high boots and checkered silk blouse
I got caught in the snare of her ponytail

My soul is resuscitated,
My will inebriated,
My fears expatriated to the floor

I think I'm...
Coming back (coming back)
Coming back (coming back)
Like a boomerang!

So if you show up postdated,
And I seem irritated,
I have circumnavigated you for good...

Quarter Turn Twist of the Wrist
Friday races were never drearier
Typical victors preordained
Up to the line on your Brough Superior
Goggles fogged in a soft, Sping rain

Roll my Bonneville up to the line
(tickle the carbs to a steady flow)
Top Dead Center and give it a kick
(a fine, full chat and away we go!)

Roll on the throttle (there's no key)
Louder now than an XJE

On the right side....
Let's go for a ride
Down in your valley and up the other side
It's a slow kiss
On a night like this
You get a half a mile further from a quarter turn twist of the wrist

A little more nimble, a little more sleek
(never gonna stop till you get one)
Stomp your Guzzi any day of the week
(never gonna stop till you get one)

Wind-swept Norton (starting to drift)
Pushing the red-line, waiting to shift...

Pour my life (from a petrol can)
Half way home to the Isle of Man

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