"Windows down"

But turns it off when he hears this one song he knows

Your driving out far as you make your way back home

Racing through the city

In the back of yellow checkered cars

My Super Ex-Girlfriend我的超人女友

tap the beat on the wheel as the tires spin

Banjos playing through the broken glass

See the old folks tied in white ropes

Let us head on down to Tikiville

And I think everybody here is

And let the clouds of dust bid farewell

Cold air numb my finger tips