Lyrics: Playboy

April, the cruelest month
I reckon this much could be a contender
There's only so much sorrow a man can take
I can't change my face, don't you remember

You know when I was on the road
That me and you was on the rocks, so low
Should never have got talkin' all that jive
Now theres only one way for me to stay alive

Drivin' in my Peugeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' 'round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

Drivin' in my Peugeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

So long to contentedness
I reckon next time I'll march in favor
So long I've felt a blessedness
No more is this a taste I want to savor

I Know how I did you wrong
You can now only see, so far
But never was there more to say
Less, to do, before, turn away

Drivin' in my Peugeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' 'round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay

Drivin' in my Peugeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' 'round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay