Get in the car
Don't go too far
Go to pick up the stuff
Once we arrive we'll barely survive
'Cause our stuff is never enough
It's not about bugs or drugs
It's about loves and hugs
It's not about mugs or Uggs
Our stuff is never enough
Get in the car
Don't go too far
Goin' for a ride
Don't go too far
Stay where you are
Without stuff you'll never survive
Gas in the tank
Someone to thank
And a bad chick to spank (A bow chicka wow wow)
A belt on your pants
Shoes in which you can dance
And bandaids to fix your ow-wows
Things that you need are blood left to bleed
Sometimes water and food
A bike you can ride
A girl by your side
And a few good friends who'd
Get in the car
Don't go too far
Goin' for a ride
Don't go too far
Stay where you are
Without stuff you'll never survive
Internet and groceries
Vegetables, fruits, and vitamin C
Good friends and some breweries
But not a pair of ovaries
Monkey wrench? No, a skewer please
The British need their BBC
A pint or two, or seventeen
And children love their sour keys
A pop-punk song for the family tree
Grody girls in the punk rock scene
A Blizzard from the Dairy Queen
But I don't need McDon's Poutine
Grande six dollar coffee
Mismatched socks down on my feet
People who don't know how to speak
And a truck
Wait a minute, I don't need any of that stuff
All I need is to
Get in the car
Don't go too far
Goin' for a ride
Don't go too far
Stay where you are
Without stuff you'll never survive
Get in the car
Don't go too far
Goin' for a ride
Don't go too far
Stay where you are
Without stuff you'll never survive