Antiques, every other sentiment, an antique
As obsolete as warships in the Baltic
I'm drivin' on a straight road it never alters
And the radio serenades but doesn't falter You offer infrared instead of sun
You offer paper spoons and bubble gum Late sky
Like an all night radio station without morning
Like stumbling on Pearl Harbor without warning You offer infrared instead of sun
You offer bubble gum You give me faron young four in the morning
You give me faron young four in the morning
Every mother's son's romantic
Every mother's son's frantic The sunset makes a fence out of the forest
But here I am with head inside the bonnet
I've lost just what it takes to be honest You offer infrared instead of sun
You offer bubble gum You give me faron young four in the morning
You give me faron young four in the morning
Forgive me faron young four in the morning
Forgive me faron young four in the morning
