Girls/Fast Cars - The Wombats

We don't care for romance

Romance or shooting stars

They were last found together

In 18th century memoirs

We don't care for lovers

If loving's all that they've got

There must be other hobbies

If they want to keep the plot

I'm a man of simple tastes

No whiskey or caviar

And what I feel is what I say

I'm not trying to be smart

I like girls, girls and fast cars

You too will feel this shallow

When one melts your little heart

We don't care for New Year

New Year or fireworks

If all they represent

Is how to go from bad to worse

Let's not feel disheartened

There's no need to change the locks

We'll stick to what we know

And what we know is not a lot

I'm a man of simple tastes

No chewing on fat cigars

And what I feel is what I say

I'm not trying to be smart

I like girls, girls and fast cars

It's cheap and it's pathetic

But you can't hate me just because

I like girls, girls and fast cars

You too will feel this shallow

When one melts your little heart

I'm a man of simple tastes

No whiskey or caviar

And what I feel is what I say

But don't over think this next part

I like girls, girls and fast cars

It's cheap and it's pathetic

But you can't hate me just because

I like girls, girls and fast cars

You too will feel this shallow

When one melts your little heart