There is nothing quite like,
An indoor breeze,
Where the backseat is suddenly chilly,
And everyone shivers with unease,
There is nothing quite like,
An indoor breeze
Where everyone is suddenly aware,
And everybody can only freeze,
There is nothing quite like,
An indoor breeze,
When dawning realization,
Fills the car like my glee
There is nothing quite like,
An indoor breeze,
When they realize I'm not there to drive,
And there is not a single sound; not even a sneeze
There is nothing quite like,
An indoor breeze,
Where It's an all-you-can-eat-buffet on wheels,
And I'm the one with the keys
