I pick you up on Monday morning 
In the street 
And all you have to do is fall 
Into the seat 

Now the time has come for us 
Time for us to go 
Turn ourselves over to the unseen 

The map will snore 
In it's glove compartment 
As we pass 
And we don't stop until the last ends 
Except for gas 

Now the time has come for us 
Time for us to go 
Turn ourselves over to the unseen 

Big fresh 
Big fresh 
Where's your lively 

Big fresh 
Big fresh 
Where's your smiley