Sammy Hagar

Privacy

Sammy Hagar


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