From the album:
Here Come the Indians

Smutty adult sing-a-long, thinly disguised as a romper room ditty.

I Wanna Drive

Catalogue #365 – Words & Music Copyright © 2000 Mark Hilton

I wanna drive, I wanna drive
Get your hands off the wheel
I wanna drive

Virtual is not for me
Four wheels go from A to B

I wanna drive, I wanna drive
Tell me where you hid the key
Have a little faith in me

You look good when you let go
I should know

I feel like a bumblebee
Honey please – the key

I wanna drive, I wanna be alive
I climb up your Christmas tree
Two hands get me there with ease
Let me taste your nectarine

You can be my passenger
Yes sir

I wanna drive, I wanna drive

Some things should be left to fate
But if I walk, you won’t wait

I wanna drive, I wanna drive
Get your hands off the wheel
I wanna drive