Privacy

Now let's get back home Drivin' down that highway In my automobile Drivin', drivin', drivin' I got both hands on the wheel I got my eyes on the road Dustin' off white lines The man's got his eye on me And that's an invasion of my privacy It's my last form of sanctuary Behind my blacked-out glass "Hey, who's that in there? That boy's drivin' much too fast Hey, that's some real nice wheels you got there I bet you paid through the nose." Yeah, they're checkin' up on me And that's an invasion of my privacy, yeah, drive Yeah, out in the streets (no privacy) In my own bedroom (no privacy) On the telephone (no privacy) In the back of my car (no privacy) I can't get no I can't get me no I can't get me no privacy Yeah, drivin', drivin', drivin' I got my troubles on hold Just drivin' down that highway My fossil fuel's as good as gold I'm lookin' for that long lost road No sign of man, no sign of life Where you can't catch me To invade upon my privacy Oh, you can't catch me And invade upon my privacy Yeah, drive, drive, drive (Privacy, sanctuary) Drive, drive, drive, drive, ow (Privacy, sanctuary) Drive, drive, drive, drive, ow, ooh