Hot Chip

April, the cruelest month
I reckon this much could be a contender
There's only so much sorrow a man can take
I cant change my face, Don't you remember
You know when I was on the road
That me and you was on the rocks, so low
Should never have got talkin' all that jive
Now theres only one way for me to stay alive
Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay