Robin Smith & The Queuer - Goths Don't Drive

I will only drive a car that is black
Or a drab and dull kind of gray
I don't want any fluorescent paint
To brighten up my day

CHORUS
Oh you usually see us at bus stops
In groups of three, four or five
Our expressions are glum
We miss out on the fun,
Because Goths don't drive.

Oh Goths don't drive

I'll never be seen in a cabriolet 
I get no pleasure from open air
Not because they are cheerful or gay
No, give me a tin-top any day
Ragtops, man they give you a tan
And they're crap if you backcomb your hair.
Ohhhh

CHORUS
Oh you always see us at bus stops
In groups of three, four or five
Our expressions are glum
We miss out on the fun,
Because Goths don't drive.

Ohhh Goths don't drive

I keep my complexion a bluish-kind-of-white
I wear liner on my eyes
I need dark interiors with sombre tones
Like in the Volkswagen Golf GTi

CHORUS
If I ever go out driving
I have my traffic master turned off
Traffic Jams aren't so gloomy
If you want to drive, but you're a Goth.
Ohhh! Goths don't drive
Goths don't drive

A Volvo estate would be perfect
Coolest car in the Universe
All painted black, with that extended back,
Lookin' dead good, just like a hearse

CHORUS
You always see us at bus stops
In groups of three, four or five
Our expressions are glum
We miss out on the fun,
Because Goths don't drive.
Goths don't drive

We don't care how we arrive
As pedestrians we're more undead than alive 

Nothing cheerful for me
I hate the new Cinquecento it looks so happy.
I hate that, I hate Happy

I’m quite fond of Jaguars and Panthers
Coz I love cats.

Goths don't drive.

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Written, performed and produced by Gareth Jones