The sun, the sun, the sun
She rises, she rises
And the hands of hobo fishermen
They fish off the city bridges, the city bridges
Charlene was a glorious car
What can I say about her?
Oh she took us apart
I'm in the vast without her
Flying down the road and dodging
All the drunks left over from the night before
Nothing to talk about
I'm just gonna ride to work it out
On Jonas' bicycle
Just cruising with the wind in your hair
When you ride this machine you truly are the mare
Flying down the road and dodging
All the drunks left over from the night before.
