Fast Cars

Fast Cars - Buzzcocks

They're nice and precise

Each one begins and ends

They may win you admirers

But they'll never earn you friends

Fast cars

Fast cars

Fast cars

I hate fast cars

They're so depressing

Going 'round and 'round

They make me dizzy

Oh fast cars they run me down

Fast cars

Fast cars

Fast cars

I hate fast cars

Sooner or later

You're gonna listen to Ralph Nader

I don't wanna cause a fuss

But fast cars are so dangerous

Fast cars

Fast cars

Fast cars

I hate fast cars fast cars

Fast cars

Fast cars

I hate fast cars