In My Car... It's So Hot Lyrics

Yeah we back again, I'm stuck in traffic

Since we last spoke my car aircon has had it

Now it's good for nothing, hot air blowing in my face

Think it's time we have a talk about the human race

A little birdie said that somebody needs to love a lamp

Before they make an attempt to love they neighbour, fellow man

But to be honest it's hot in this damn Mirage

One more lamp plugged in would get your ass put in the garage

It's so hot, it's so hot in my car

I got 150,000 from my dead grandma

Yet my taillight's broke, and my engine chokes

And I'm working every weekday at this deadbeat job (what)

It's so hot, it's so hot in my car

All the polar caps are melting, and The Weepies split apart like

Antartica ain't my only relative

The DNA test don't even know who that is!

Let me paint the picture top to bottom, Van Gogh

You've been at school since like 10, class finished a week ago

And now you're stuck on the road, school pickup

You could've turned miles ago, what a stickup

The biggest issue with the situation you is in?

Because your AC don't work, you need a little wind

But you're stuck on the road, gear stick up

There ain't no air to be blown, not a flicker

You start to dream about sand dunes and salty air

That song comes on about sand dunes and salty air

It doesn't matter though, cause right now you're not there

You're on a busy road with sweat dripping through your hair

You start thinking about the good things in your life

Your first pay check, that time you learnt to ride a bike

You start to smile, it's been a while

Until you realise it's your life flashing before your eyes

It's so hot, it's so hot in my car

I got 150,000 from my dead grandma

Yet my taillight's broke, and my engine chokes

And I'm working every weekday at this deadbeat job (what)

It's so hot, it's so hot in my car

All the polar caps are melting, and The Weepies split apart like v

Antartica ain't my only relative

The DNA test don't even know who that is!

Bitch