Lyrics
The telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah-yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be?
'Cause when you call me on the telephone saying
"Take me to the show"
And then I say "Honey, I just can't go
Old lady's sick and I can't leave her home"
Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
I got you under my wheels
Got you under my wheels, yeah-yeah
I got you under my wheels
Ahh!
Telephone is ringing
You got me on the run
I'm driving in my car now
Anticipating fun
I'm driving right up to you, babe
I guess that you couldn't see, yeah-yeah-yeah
But you were under my wheels, honey
Why don't you let me be? Yeah-yeah
Got you under my wheels, yeah-yeah
I got you under my wheels, wheels, wheels
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you
Got you, got you, got you, got you, got you, got you
Under my wheels, got you under my wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
Wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels, wheels
