The Driving Seat

Don't care where we're going
Or if we get there alive
Don't care who comes with me
Just as long as I can drive

Don't mind how cold it gets
And I can stand the heat
Don't care what falls off the car
For I'm in the diving seat

It's my ass in the driving seat –and it's my hand on the wheel
It's my foot on the pedal - control – is what I feel

Up to me to choose the route
And if then, I should stray
Don't matter how bad the road
We'll go down it any way

If I'm driving round in circles
Going fast or slow
Or disappearing up my own ass
That's where I want to go

It's my ass in the driving seat –and it's my hand on the wheel
It's my foot on the pedal - control – is what I feel

What counts is, I'm in control
Come along for the ride
Don't suggest that I slow down
That's up to me to decide

This car that I am driving
Well it's not mine, you say
You keep the registration
Won't give my seat away

It's my ass in the driving seat –and it's my hand on the wheel
It's my foot on the pedal - control – is what I feel

I give you fair warning
Don't try to take the keys
For as we head toward the desert
Remember Thelma and Louise

For I know what you are up to
Just get off my case
Rather crash into the canyon
Than let you take my place

It's my ass in the driving seat –and it's my hand on the wheel
It's my foot on the pedal - control – is what I feel