Privacy

Drivin' down that highway
In my automobile
Drivin', drivin', drivin'
Got both hands on the wheel
Got my eyes on the road
Dustin' off white lines
The man's got his eye on me
And that's in invasion of my privacy
It's our last form of sanctuary
Behind blacked out glass
Say, who's that in there?
That boy's drivin' much too fast
Yeah, and he's got some real fine wheels out there
I bet you paid through the nose
Yeah, they're checkin' up on me
And that's an invasion of my privacy
Yeah, drive
Yeah, out in the streets--no privacy
In my own bedroom--no privacy
On the telephone--no privacy
In the back of my car--no privacy
I can't get no
I can't give me no
I can't give me no privacy
Drivin', drivin', drivin',
Got my troubles on hold
Just drivin' down that highway
My fossil fuel's good as gold
I'm lookin for that long lost road
No sign of man, no sign of life
Where you can't catch me
To invade upon my privacy
Oh--you can't catch me
And invade upon my privacy
Drive, drive, drive
Privacy, sanctuary
Drive, drive, drive, drive
Privacy, sanctuary
Drive, drive, drive, drive