LYRICS
Don’t you think that is plenty
Maybe one too many
In the front seat
I mean… what a crowd
Getting loud
In the front seat
The siren’s gains are steady
Oh, Lord! I’m not ready
Pull over, Son
Your fun is done
According to code
Overload
Over the “dear” limit
Even if you had a purrr-mit
Oh, Lordy, locking me…
Up… throwin’ away the key
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Rock / Progressive Folk
Chords: A D G E / G A E
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar
From the album Climax