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Sangtekst: Kinks. Drivin'.

It seems like all the world is fighting, they're even talking of a war
Let all the Russians and the Chinese and the Spanish do their fighting
The sun is shining we're going drivin', drivin'

Drop all your work, leave it behind
Forget all your problems and get in my car
And take a drive with me

The sandwiches are packed the tea is in the flask
We've plenty of beer and gooseberry tarts
So take a drive with me

We'll take your mother if you want to, we'll have a picnic on the grass
Forget your nephews and your cousins
And your brothers and your sisters they'll never miss us
'Cos we'll be drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin'

Thousands of trees, hundreds of fields
Millions of birds so why don't you come
And take a drive with me

We'll talk to the cows and laugh at the sheep
We'll lie in a field and we'll have a sleep
So take a drive with me

And all the troubled world around us
Seems an eternity away and all the debt collectors
Rent collectors all will be behind us
But they'll never find us 'cos we'll be drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin'

Passed Barnet Church
Up to Potters Bar we won't be home late
It's not very far so take a drive with me, take a drive with me
Drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin'

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