Wait, so my car’s all liberating and whatnot when you‘ve got ambitions, but I stay out late drinking one time, and suddenly you’re all, like, “take your fast car and keep on driving”…? Wow, thanks for being so understanding. Feminazi.
“Fast Car,” Tracy Chapman
Well frankly, Jeff, your arm never really felt that nice wrapped around my shoulder.
You got a fast car,
I’ve got a tarantula on my head…
Get outta my dreams and hit the road Jack.
‘n doncha come back no more no more no more no more!
Hey, I talked to you three times about this. We have kids and you want to just drive your damn car. You’ll be hearing from my attorney. It’s over Jack.
I fear you haven’t been paying enough attention to the lyrics, entirely understandable though that may be. She actually wants them to leave together, with him at the wheel. The last verse is: “We leave tonight/or we live and die this way.” [please don’t ask why this is permanently lodged in my brain]
When it comes to talking back to Tracy Chapman songs, “Talking ‘Bout a Revolution” is sure to work every time.
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I’d always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain’t going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
Well I would, but frankly, a Kia Sedona is not really a very fast car, and I don’t think I’m gonna get very far before you catch up and smack me upside the head for taking the car to begin with.