Lyrics

I met her on a Sunday By the merry-go-round Got a yellow Ford Saturn And then we rolled out of town That's what I say Yeah, that's what I say On the New Jersey Turnpike When I asked her name She wrote it in the frost On the windowpane I don't believe in love And I'm too tired for lust She had a way of saying nothing That I really could trust On the day they make this song Into a Hollywood picture I think I'll throw a few jokes Into the mixture That's what I say Yeah, that's what I say