(One, two, three, two, two...) It's been so long since we talked last -- Seven years or so, I'd say, Sunk through the bottom of a shot glass -- And the same old fears scare me away. Now I'm driftin' along in stone steel shoes; I'm driftin' along without you. Ooo-oo-oo-hooo-oooooooh, She smells of disaster. (Oooooo-ooooooh) Ooo-oo-oo-hooo-ooooooh, And I'm a getaway car. Two sown tales of sadness, Just passin' through on business of some kind, ****-bent on hurt and madness -- Well, I'm driftin' along, I'm driftin' along. Ooo-oo-oo-ooo-oooooooh, She smells of disaster. (Oooooo-oooh) Ooo-oo-oo-ooo-ooooooh, And I'm a getaway car. (Oo-oooooo-oooh) Ooo-oo-oo-ooo-oooooooh, Can't this go any faster? (Oooooo-oooh) Ooo-oo-oo-ooo-ooooooh, And I'm a getaway car. Now I'm callin' for you. I'm callin' for you. I'm callin' for you... For you... For you... You see, I'm callin' for you. I'm callin' for you. I'm callin' for you. I'm callin'... Hooo-oo-oo-hooo-oooooooh, She smells of disaster. (Oooooo-oooh) Ooo-oo-oo-hooo-ooooooh, And I'm a getaway car. (Oo-oooooo-oooh) Hooo-oo-oo-hooo-oooooooh, Can't this go any faster? (Oooooo-oooh) Ooo-oo-oo-hooo-ooooooh, And I'm a getaway car. (Oooooo-oooh) Hooo-oo-oo-hooo-ooo-ooooh, She smells of disaster -- (Oooooo-oooh) Oh! And I'm a getaway car.