Three kids in a car on a Monday morn,
each one wishin’ that the others weren’t born,
and they can’t say nothin’ ‘cause they’ve all been scorned –
‘cause their mother’s done had enough.
And the sister sittin’ in the front seat -
(who at this point of the song, you need to know is about 3 months away from gettin’ her
driver’s license) she’s thinkin’ to herself:
I can’t believe that I’m still ridin’ with them –
I hope that we're not seen by some of my friends –
and if by chance, I fail the driver's exam - then, I am running away.
Three kids in a car on a Monday morn,
each one wishin’ that the others weren’t born,
and they can’t say nothin’ ‘cause they’ve all been scorned –
'cause their mother’s done had enough.
And the brother sitting behind her,
(who at this point of the song, you should know is about 5 years younger than she is,
but he’s still two years older than his little brother sittin’ next to him -
he glares down at his little brother and he’s thinkin’ to himself:
I can’t wait 'till our sister's finally gone –
then I’ll sit up front ‘cause that’s where I belong –
and I’ll be rid of you, you miserable worm.
Why don’t you just run away?!
Three kids in a car on a Monday morn,
each one wishin’ that the others weren’t born,
and they can’t say nothin’ ‘cause they’ve all been scorned –
‘cause their mother’s done had enough.
And the little brother - (who, at this point of the song you should know is a whole lot smarter than the other two think he is)
he glares back up at his older brother and he’s thinkin’ to himself:
I know that there’s no body back in the trunk –
You only try to scare me with all that junk –
I hope you read my mind – I think you’re a skunk –
and guess what? I’m not runnin’ away …
And the mother, who’s been drivin’ all this time - she’s thinkin’ to herself ...
things that I'd better not say ... so, we’ll just pretend that she’s thinkin' ...
Oh, what a beautiful day!
