Girls get into cars Of boys who have cars But me, me i have none Words, they seem so weak When i get myself to speak I miss the point, i just cannot make myself clear Burnin memories, fadin love You know something that i don't know Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please Stolen wallets & steele guitars You have something i haven't got Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please Boys get into cars Of girls who have scars It's the way of the summer, i guess Things happened so fast Of course you were the best But rock'n'roll took you away from me Sunday afternoons Runnin free All these drugs got The best of me Burnin memories, fadin love You know something that i don't know Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please Stolen wallets & steele guitars You have something i haven't got Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please