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TISM Gas! Gas! - An Ecstasy Of Fumbling Lyrics

Last updated: 05/14/2007 12:00:00 PM

Drivin' along, something pollutin' the air - well, uh,
Don't worry baby, it must be the area.

Chorus:
C'mon, baby, let me drive you home;
I'm as sensitive as Wilfred Owen.

Why ask me where it come from, who's an encyclopedia?
Don't worry baby, it must be the area.

It's coming from the air vents - look, would I lie to ya?
Don't worry baby, it must be the area.

Stay in the car, girl, needn't go back to Pa;
Don't worry baby, it must be the area.


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