The Volvo Song (Live)

Oh, my darling, there is something we must discuss
 How with cell phone in hand you ran my Volvo through the special bus
 (And I am more a Volvo than any other kind of car
 Reliable and safe and Scandinavian and square)
 You bent in all the corners and you put out all the lights
 So I wanna know, baby, how you propose to make things right
 Oooh my darling, when you bounced that check
 Why didn't you think the gorram fees would set you so far back
 Oh my darling sugar pie, why did you stay up all that night
 And put off your packing and eat too much and miss your flight
 You knew you'd be miserable after that white lie
 So why did you why did you why did you why did you why?
 (Shame on you babe, shame on you babe
 Always do know what you'll do, babe
 You know what you should and shouldn't'a...)
 Maybe when you're older, baby, maybe when you're sober
 Then you'll stop picking zits and picking nits and picking fights!
 I know I'm far from perfect and I know I'm hardly good
 But we'd get so much further if you would do what you what you should do –
 If seeing were caring what a different line we'd take
 If knowing were doing what a different world we'd make
 What we want and what we need we very very seldom do
 I want a smaller waist. I want donuts too.
 And we visit on each other, oh, the slings of self-defeat
 And we cannot dodge the arrows of undisciplined retreat
 I'd be better if my love were not so timid and controlled
 I'd sleep closer if I were not both so bony and so cold...