Lyrics: Arab Strap. Direction of Strong Man.

We're barely halfway there
You're stretched out and clamped around me
I don't think there's drink at home
You make a little snore and shift

Just keep your head down there, you sleep
I'll give directions
I'll use the private miles
To plan some tactics and a gift

I'll move around you
Attack and surround you
She took me back and said
"Frank, Fuck! Our friends are nosy"
Any reaction's good
It's a stupid way to make me say

Did we go far enough?
Did it just serve its purpose?
If the words are still a problem
I'll cut it out and let you weight it