Interpret:

Kinks, The

Album:

Arthur (or the declined fall of the British empire

It seems like all the world is fighting 
They're even talking of a war 
Let all the Russians and the Chinese 
And the Spanish do their fighting 
The sun is shining 
We're going drivin', drivin' 


Drop all your work 
Leave it behind 
Forget all your problems 
And get in my car 
And take a drive with me 


The sandwiches are packed 
The tea is in the flask 
We've plenty of beer 
And gooseberry tarts 
So take a drive with me 


We'll take your mother if you want to 
We'll have a picnic on the grass 
Forget your nephews 
And your cousins and your brothers and your sisters 
They'll never miss us 
'Cos we'll be drivin', drivin'. drivin'. drivin' 


Thousands of trees 
Hundreds of fields 
Millions of birds 
So why don't you come 
And take a drive with me 


We'll talk to the cows 
And laugh at the sheep 
We'll lie in a field 
And we'll have a sleep 
So take a drive with me 


And all the troubled world around us 
Seems an eternity away 
And all the debt collectors 
Rent collectors 
All will be behind us 
But they'll never find us 
'Cos we'll be drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin' 


Passed Barnet Church 
Up to Potters Bar 
We won't be home late 
It's not very far 
So take a drive with me, take a drive with me 
Drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin'