Playboy - Hot Chip

April, the cruelest month

I reckon this much could be a contender

There's only so much sorrow a man can take

I cant change my face, Don't you remember

You know when I was on the road

That me and you was on the rocks, so low

Should never have got talkin' all that jive

Now theres only one way for me to stay alive

Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay

20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay

Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay

Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay

20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay

Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay

Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

So long to contentendedness

I reckon next time I'll march in favor

So long I've felt a blessedness

No more is this a taste I want to savor

I Know how I dig you on

You can know only see, so far

But never was there more to say

Less, to do, before, turn away

Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay

20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay

Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay

Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay