I Don't Know How to Drive Songtext
von Julian Velard
I Don't Know How to Drive Songtext
Battery Park I′m on my way Union Square
I don't need much a pair of shoes will get me there
Stop for a Peking duck for lunch in Chinatown
Shop for a watch along Canal
Mine′s slowing down
But I've been on time ever since I was sixteen
I've never been late
Cause I′ve never had to wait
For the lights turn from red to green
What does horsepower even mean?
I don′t know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I'm alive
I′m at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view
That′s not what New Yorkers do
Bumper to Bumper it's St. Patrick′s Day parade
Plaza Hotel's my shortcut though I've never stayed
Meet you at 3: 15 outside the Guggenheim
Later for dinner and a little night music
I love Sondheim
And I′ve been walking tall ever since I was sixteen
I′ve never missed a date
Cause I've never had to wait
For the lights to turn from red to green
I′m my own two-legged machine
I don't know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I′m alive
I'm at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie′s head blocking the view
That's not what New Yorkers do
Out in the Hamptons everyone owns a Cadillac
Models with DUIs and a taste for Armagnac
Why would I need wheel if I want to feel
Like I'm going places
I′ll take a few paces
I don′t know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I'm alive
I′m at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view
When will you wake up
And see the only way through
Is out here on the sidewalk
Cause walking′s what true
New Yorkers do
I don't need much a pair of shoes will get me there
Stop for a Peking duck for lunch in Chinatown
Shop for a watch along Canal
Mine′s slowing down
But I've been on time ever since I was sixteen
I've never been late
Cause I′ve never had to wait
For the lights turn from red to green
What does horsepower even mean?
I don′t know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I'm alive
I′m at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view
That′s not what New Yorkers do
Bumper to Bumper it's St. Patrick′s Day parade
Plaza Hotel's my shortcut though I've never stayed
Meet you at 3: 15 outside the Guggenheim
Later for dinner and a little night music
I love Sondheim
And I′ve been walking tall ever since I was sixteen
I′ve never missed a date
Cause I've never had to wait
For the lights to turn from red to green
I′m my own two-legged machine
I don't know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I′m alive
I'm at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie′s head blocking the view
That's not what New Yorkers do
Out in the Hamptons everyone owns a Cadillac
Models with DUIs and a taste for Armagnac
Why would I need wheel if I want to feel
Like I'm going places
I′ll take a few paces
I don′t know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I'm alive
I′m at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view
When will you wake up
And see the only way through
Is out here on the sidewalk
Cause walking′s what true
New Yorkers do
Writer(s): Julian Adam Velard, Grant Black Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com