Golden Retriever Songtext
von Riley Pearce

Beachside parking lot
Her left mirror had fallen off
Salty hair and a paddle pop
Just my type

So we made dinner plans
Maybe I should be the one who drives
Her father was a bass playing man
Fair to say that I was working on my handshake the whole damn night

Baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I′ll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy


Oh, yeah, she ruled my dreams
Had me fixated on the make-believe
Oh, let's go live in a suburban street
Up on the hillside
Where we can sleep in late
Yeah, we′ll be hushed in our own little cloud
'Til we remember it's rubbish day
And I′ll go sprinting through the rain before that truck comes ′round

Oh, baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I'll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy

Yeah, I can drive a minivan
Trade my guitars for a folding pram
Forever be a family man
Sail that ship ′til I die
Spin you 'round the kitchen floor
And you′re dancing with a glass full of wine
You leading me to the bedroom door
Oh, I can be the Michael to your Holly for the rest of time

Oh, baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I'll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy
I hope you know that I can be that guy


Oh, baby, I want to be your golden retriever
Be your full-time believer for anything you need
I′ll be your idea receiver
I hope you know that I can be that guy