Don't Make Me Pull Over ---- Tamicus

alternative pop rock, power-pop, 1990s nostalgia

(chorus)
“Papa, he’s touching me”
Sister cries
“Don’t touch your sister”
Papa says and rolls his eyes
“I never” I yell to the air
And reach across and pull Cousin’s hair
Cousin starts to bawl, and Papa says,
“Do you want me to come back there?”
And sister kicks us both, one with each leg
And it really hurt, and I hold my breath
When Papa says, 
“Don’t make me pull this car over!”
And three sets of eyes get big
And everyone goes
“No Papa, no Papa, No Papa, No!”

(verse 2)
Now Papa loves his Cadillac
And there’s plenty of room in the back
But not enough room for
Three ornery kids
“Papa, he’s looking at me”
Sister yells real loud
“Don’t look at your sister”
Papa sounds tired
Cousin looks straight ahead
And kicks the front seat instead
And with menace, Papa growls
“Go ahead; kick that seat again!”

(bridge)
Did you ever take a road trip
With three antsy kids?
You always wonder
How many will survive
When you finally arrive

(verse 3)
This drive is taking forever
So I poke my sister, the little shrew
And cousin thinks it’s funny
So he pokes her on his side, too
And sister yells loud “Papa pull over now”
And I cover her mouth with my hand
But sister is no sissy; she makes sure 
Every bite lands

Cousin starts to kick the seat again
With a steady one-two rhythm
And I think I saw sweat on Papa’s neck
And now it’s a free-for-all in the backseat
It’s amazing we didn’t wreck!

(outro)
Did you ever take a road trip
With three crazy kids?
You always wonder
How many will survive
When you finally arrive
And I’m here to tell you, as big brother
Don’t ever let them pull the car over!
[all backing vocals immediately explode into overlapping piled vocal chaos:]
"HE'S TOUCHING ME!"
"I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU!"
"PAPA!"
"DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE!"
“THAT’S IT! I’M PULLING OVER!”

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(verse 1) Sittin’ in the backseat Of my Papa’s Cadillac My cousin’s on the other side My sister in the middle Cousin says “You think you’re so big” And I say “Only ‘cause you’re so little” Sister laughs Cousin tries to slap But sister’s in the middle… (chorus) “Papa, he’s touching me” Sister cries “Don’t touch your sister” Papa says and rolls his eyes “I never” I yell to the air And reach across and pull Cousin’s hair Cousin starts to bawl, and Papa says, “Do you want me to come back there?” And sister kicks us both, one with each leg And it really hurt, and I hold my breath When Papa says, “Don’t make me pull this car over!” And three sets of eyes get big And everyone goes “No Papa, no Papa, No Papa, No!” (verse 2) Now Papa loves his Cadillac And there’s plenty of room in the back But not enough room for Three ornery kids “Papa, he’s looking at me” Sister yells real loud “Don’t look at your sister” Papa sounds tired Cousin looks straight ahead And kicks the front seat instead And with menace, Papa growls “Go ahead; kick that seat again!” (chorus) “Papa, he’s touching me” Sister cries “Don’t touch your sister” Papa says and rolls his eyes “I never” I yell to the air And reach across and pull Cousin’s hair Cousin starts to bawl, and Papa says, “Do you want me to come back there?” And sister kicks us both, one with each leg And it really hurt, and I hold my breath When Papa says, “Don’t make me pull this car over!” And three sets of eyes get big And everyone goes “No Papa, no Papa, No Papa, No!” (bridge) Did you ever take a road trip With three antsy kids? You always wonder How many will survive When you finally arrive (verse 3) This drive is taking forever So I poke my sister, the little shrew And cousin thinks it’s funny So he pokes her on his side, too And sister yells loud “Papa pull over now” And I cover her mouth with my hand But sister is no sissy; she makes sure Every bite lands Cousin starts to kick the seat again With a steady one-two rhythm And I think I saw sweat on Papa’s neck And now it’s a free-for-all in the backseat It’s amazing we didn’t wreck! (chorus) “Papa, he’s touching me” Sister cries “Don’t touch your sister” Papa says and rolls his eyes “I never” I yell to the air And reach across and pull Cousin’s hair Cousin starts to bawl, and Papa says, “Do you want me to come back there?” And sister kicks us both, one with each leg And it really hurt, and I hold my breath When Papa says, “Don’t make me pull this car over!” And three sets of eyes get big And everyone goes “No Papa, no Papa, No Papa, No!” (outro) Did you ever take a road trip With three crazy kids? You always wonder How many will survive When you finally arrive And I’m here to tell you, as big brother Don’t ever let them pull the car over! [all backing vocals immediately explode into overlapping piled vocal chaos:] "HE'S TOUCHING ME!" "I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU!" "PAPA!" "DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE!" “THAT’S IT! I’M PULLING OVER!”

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