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