Please, Mr. Policeman, don't pull me harder on this road It is a freeway, there's no going home There's an A-Team wheeler beside me Everyone else is going much faster And there's a wall right next to me Nowhere to go Now you got me wondering What on earth am I doing wrong? Or do you need me to get out of the way? My old car, she don't go so well But look at her, ain't she sweet? She likes to speak in her ear, just like me Don't bring that dog up Sniffing around to scratch the paint I don't know who had my car before me And I try my best to keep it clean But you just don't ever know what you might find Under the sea Hey, baby, now you got me sweating And my heart burns kept heavy I'm on ease on hold, like me Now please, Mr. Don't be done yet You think I'm someone I cannot get Don't get mistaken, an accidental shot Ow! Ow!