Prom Date

Tomorrow was just like yesterday, I had to get away Dressed up in our prom dresses and drove down the avenue Let's go to the broiler, but we couldn't find a parking space And it seems as there's no room for us "So, what'll it be?" will just have to do We left the place, we left the napkins, not an apple juice child Beggar asked to score a dime, you wouldn't know was petrified We drove up to get you, buried in a panic stateroom cave Shе turned the record ovеr We drove to the southeast to meet another at a coffee house It's crowded and one clarinet sounded throughout our stay [Instrumental break]