Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

You're in the void
Got you feeling cold
With your voice
'Cause it's your choice
I've got my poise
And he can bring the noise
With my boys
Puking in a Rolls-Royce

I want to bleed on my squire (and I need)
I want a plier (I gotta be)
My empty pile (a disease)
Take some water (lesser than I need)
'Cause I'm vile (can it be?)
Mister Driver

Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!

My pecker's long!
It's got me feeling strong
When I sing this song
And you smoke this bong
Rock it all night long
Will you want to be long?
'Cause we're feeling gone
My sexual VietCong

I want to bleed on my squire (and I need)
I want a plier (I gotta be)
My empty pile (a disease)
Take some water (lesser than I need)
Cause I'm vile (can it be?)
Mister Driver

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
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Mr. Driver Lyrics

Black Lips – Mr. Driver Lyrics

Songwriters: Cole Alexander, Ian St. Pe Brown, Jared Swilley, Joseph Bradley
Mr. Driver lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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