Joyriders Lyrics

Joyriders, by Pulp
I couldn't get the original one I did, that e-mail account got wiped.
So here they are once again
Lyrics from Anthony Bailey's Pulp Pages:
We like driving on a Saturday night
past the Leisure Centre, left at the lights
Oh we don't look for trouble, but if it comes we don't run
Looking out for trouble is what we call fun
(CHORUS)
Hey you, you in the Jesus sandals
wouldn't you like to come
over and watch some vandals
smashing up someone's home?
(VERSE 2) (same chords as 1)
We can't help it we're so thick we can't think
can't think of anything but sh*t, sleep and drink
Oh and we like women; "Up the women!" we say
and if we get lucky yeah we might even meet some one day
(CHORUS)
Mister, we just want your car
`cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir
Oh all the papers say it's a tragedy
but don't you want to come and see?
(Solo)
Mister we just want your car
`cos we're taking a girl to the reservoir
Oh all the papers say it's a tragedy
Mister...
(end)
it's a tragedy.