I Don't Know How To Drive
- Julian Velard (2014)You are listening to the song I Don't Know How To Drive by Julian Velard, in album If You Don't Like It, You Can Leave. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
Battery Park I'm on my way Union Square
I don't need much a pair of shoes will get me there
Stop for a Peking duck for lunch in Chinatown
Shop for a watch along Canal
Mine's slowing down
But I've been on time ever since I was sixteen
I've never been late
Cause I've never had to wait
For the lights turn from red to green
What does horsepower even mean?
I don't know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I'm alive
I'm at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view
That's not what New Yorkers do.
Bumper to Bumper it's St. Patrick's Day parade
Plaza Hotel's my shortcut though I've never stayed
Meet you at 3: 15 outside the Guggenheim
Later for dinner and a little night music
I love Sondheim
And I've been walking tall ever since I was sixteen
I've never missed a date
Cause I've never had to wait
For the lights to turn from red to green
I'm my own two-legged machine.
I don't know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I'm alive
I'm at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view
That's not what New Yorkers do.
Out in the Hamptons everyone owns a Cadillac
Models with DUIs and a taste for Armagnac
Why would I need wheel if I want to feel
Like I'm going places
I'll take a few paces.
I don't know how to drive
Who the hell wants a car anyway?
My feet on the street I'm alive
I'm at looking you
Stuck sitting in traffic for an hour or two
The back of a cabbie's head blocking the view
When will you wake up
And see the only way through
Is out here on the sidewalk
Cause walking's what true
New Yorkers do.
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