Giving it up, I don't mind Giving it up, I don't mind Every last drop, Little bit I wrote a song about your car I wrote it with your hips in mind Will you be my friend? Will you be a friend of mine? I wrote a song about your car I wrote it strong and splendid And true And all the feelings that I feel I strive and yearn to feel them For you I walked up to the accident And I chatted up the girl inside: Will you be my friend? Will you be a friend of mine? I wrote a song about your car I wrote it fine and feckless And good And all the days that I'm alive I strive to understand, not To be understood Dogged up by the rain And at your door again Seeking anything I'm a roustabout And I'm bound to roust you out