You're purring in my arms Your little heart's going pitter-pat Let's go out I've got money It's all the same It always seems the same You're falling out of the sky during airplane season And instead of reflecting on the source of my good luck
I'm sinking in the feeling that I'm driving the dynamite truck It's the longest day of the year And you trickle Into my lap And instead of reflecting on the source of my good luck I'm sinking in the feeling that I'm driving the dynamite truck