No punk rock in my car

It was a cloudy Saturday for a gig in Zurich
I was the fool who organised the car
The belts were fasten and you started to mix
Vodka Redbull but you went to far

I´m Sunday morning dreamer
I hate to wash my car
Why don´t you believe me
No punkrock in my car

I got this car to bring in foxy ladies
eating tuna really takes the piss
you didn´t care that in my new Mercedes
It´s not allowed to smoke your cannabis

I´m Sunday morning dreamer
I hate to wash my car
Why don´t you believe me
No punkrock in my car

You´re an antisocial psychopath
you didn´t pay for the gas
like Lemmy says you´ve got no class
you trashed my car it´s true
You fiddled with the radio
you´re spitting out of my window
a ticket home is a lot of dough
It´s a long walk back for you

I´m Sunday morning dreamer
I hate to wash my car
Why don´t you believe me
No punkrock in my car