Sitting on a 59 Dreaming of a second line Everybody's got something better to do Whoopsy daisy, girl, take a look at you Sitting on a 59 Sun is coming up from behind All the way from 92 I need to get myself a better look at you But what's that in your hair? Blowing bubbles like you just don't care I'm a little bemused by the shoes you choose The threads that you combine It's so wrong that it's alright Somebody who Wants to see 'bout you It's the stop Gonna have to get off Oh yes, it's true Gotta see about you But it's my stop Don't think I'm gonna get off And I hope some pal Calls you up on the phone, gal I wanna hear how you talk 'cause it'll gonna drive me crazy Your left eye, kinda lazy What you got on It's never been done Some would say you've lost the plot But I think you're sublime It's so wrong that it's alright Sitting on a 59 Dreaming of a second line Everybody's got something better to do Whoopsy daisy, girl, take a look at you I hope some pal calls you up You say so much but I never have to talk One thing is driving me crazy Your left eye is kinda lazy But what's up with your hair 'Cause I'm trying hard not to stare I'm a little bemused by the shoes you choose The threads that you combine It's so wrong that it's alright I was sitting on a 59 I was dreaming of a second line The sun is coming up from behind I'm a little bemused by the shoes you choose The threads that you combine It's so wrong that it's alright It's alright, it's alright