Privacy

Drivin' down that highway

In my automobile

Drivin', drivin', drivin'

Got both hands on the wheel

I got my eyes on the road

Dustin' off white lines



The man's got his eye on me

And that's in invasion of my privacy



It's our last form of sanctuary

Behind blacked out glass

Say, who's that in there?

That boy's drivin' much too fast

Yeah, and he's got some real fine wheels out there

I bet you paid through the nose



Yeah, they're checkin' up on me

And that's an invasion of my privacy

Yeah, drive



Yeah, out in the streets

(No privacy)

In my own bedroom

(No privacy)

On the telephone

(No privacy)

In the back of my car

(No privacy)



I can't get no

I can't give me no

I can't give me no privacy



Drivin', drivin', drivin'

I got my troubles on hold

Just drivin' down that highway

My fossil fuel is good as gold

I'm lookin' for that long lost road

No sign of man, no sign of life



Where you can't catch me

To invade upon my privacy

Oh, you can't catch me

And invade upon my privacy

Drive, drive, drive



Privacy, sanctuary

Drive, drive, drive, drive

Privacy, sanctuary

Drive, drive, drive, drive