A hot summer morning
I feel the stench of the city crawl in
and wait for The Counsil
wondering where to begin
Last night in Berlin was a real tailspin
but I just carried on driving towards Amsterdam
But I'd rather been stuck in my own cozy bed
than to be saved by my bullet proof Pontiac Trans Am

She asked me where I'd been when I picked her up at the Inn
Though I'm inclined to wander she could always pull me back in
I told her about Berlin and the mess I was in
While we kept on driving through the gunfire and sand
And I'd rather be stuck in my own cozy bed
than to be saved by my bullet proof Pontiac Trans Am

She wondered "is it like this often"
I said, "every now and then"
It was already half past ten and I was dead bored again
I kept thinking about Berlin and the escape from Motor Inn
And the strange sound of the violin during a traffic jam
But I'd rather been stuck in my own cozy bed
than to be saved by my bullet proof Pontiac Trans Am

We crash through a road block
There was nothin' to knock on
Just another mile on and the sunshine will come
But it'll never be Berlin
This city's just a has-been
So I carried on driving with the bullets bouncing
Yes, I'd rather be stuck in my own cozy bed
than to be saved by my bullet proof Pontiac Trans Am