it was a cloudy saturday for a gig in zurich i was the fool who organised the car the belts were fasten and you started to mix vodka redbull but you went to far i m sunday morning dreamer i hate to wash my car why don t you believe me no punkrock in my car i got this car to bring in foxy ladies eating tuna really takes the piss you didn t care that in my new mercedes it s not allowed to smoke your cannabis i m sunday morning dreamer i hate to wash my car why don t you believe me no punkrock in my car you re an antisocial psychopath you didn t pay for the gas like lemmy says you ve got no class you trashed my car it s true you fiddled with the radio you re spitting out of my window a ticket home is a lot of dough it s a long walk back for you i m sunday morning dreamer i hate to wash my car why don t you believe me no punkrock in my car by pudim 
['oi', "punk 'n' roll"]