Got Wheels

Got wheels

And I’m burning up the tarseal

Whoo hoo hoo

My wheels spinning

Like thoughts in each head of a body in a driver’s seat

Whoo hoo hoo

We are a rolling commotion of solitary trajectories

Like a commuter grand prix

Each A to B through the CBD

Got wheels

Precarious feet

Pedalling in the headlights of an SUV

Whoo ooo ooo ooo

The words that he ought to share with her

Are irretrievably buried by the radio commentary

Ooo ooo ooo

You plead with your two point three kids

To make peace

But they’re in the backseat

Out of reach

Ooo ooo ooo

And as she lifts the hood of her steaming broke down heap

Everybody’s got some place they gotta be

Ooo ooo ooo

And it’s a rolling commotion of solitary trajectories

Like a commuter grand prix

Each A to B through the CBD

‘Cause everybody got wheels

Got wheels

Got wheels

Got wheels

Everybody got wheels

Everybody got wheels

Got wheels

Got wheels

Got wheels

Everybody got wheels

Got the city

Got the wheel

Got the streets

Got the horse-drawn street cars

Got the spark

Got electric trams

Got the smoke of combustion engines

We got everyone in personal cars

They got the dream of suburban flight

We get the crush of commuter hour

We got a heartless city every night

Just a rolling commotion of solitary trajectories

A commuter grand prix

Each A to B through the CBD