Additional Driver (feat. Declan McKenna)

Now this is true (bollocks)
No-no-no-no-no-no-no (bollocks)
Now this is true, let me— (you're lying)
Let me tell you, let me tell you

Approach the junction at the Apollo
We're due to play there a month tomorrow
Woke up this morning, I was the cream of the crop
I should have checked, but I forgot
Send for the cops
In the old black tracksuit that I was sporting
I did some jobs, picked up some parquet flooring
Life was so pleasant on this autumn day
I ran one last errand to The Range and was on my way
The speed limit's twenty by the seventh wonder
I turned the corner, probably fifteen under
Woke up this morning, I was top of the pops
Now I'm a little more traffic cops, what the f—

Drivin' 'round town in your new car, baby
What you tryna prove?
I'm an additional driver, this car's my wife's so
I won't take this from you (fuck off)

I'll take your digits and your number plate for future reference

All of a sudden the police come over
To me and a forty-four-kilowatt electric motor
They said, Can you give your license to me?
Let me tell you I was not best pleased
I began to plead
No indication from the Fiat Panda
I'm sure you caught it on your dashboard camera
Believe me officer, the exit was clear
Someone get me out of here
Now it gets weird
Fella comes over as if to help me
Turns out that all he wanted was a selfie
I used to wish that I was cream of the crop
Now I'm praying for the day that it stops
Send for the cops

Drivin' 'round town in your new car, baby
What you tryna prove?
I'm an additional driver, this car's my wife's so
You'll have to speak to her too

I sure hope that this exchange does not turn into a sentence

(Beep-beep, beep-da-beep, yeah!)

Now she's claimed the insurance and it's expensive
She said, I hope you understand from my perspective
Five-hundred big ones that I had to pay
I should've stayed in bed today, everybody says

Drivin' 'round town in your new car, baby
What you tryna prove?
I'm an additional driver, this car's my wife's so
I won't take this from you

Should've got the 192 (should've got the 192)
Should've got the 192 (should've got the 192)
Should've got the 192 (should've got the 192)
Should've got the 192 (should've got the 192)
(Yeah, I should've got the 192)
(I should've got the 192, ooh, ooh)
(Should've got the 192, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Should've got the 192, two, two, two)
(Should've gotten the 192, 192)
(Should've gotten the 192)
(Should've gotten the 192)
(Should've gotten the 192)
(Should've gotten the 192)
(Should've gotten the 192)
(Should've got the 192, let's give it up for 192)
(Should've got the 192, sh-whoop, sh-whoop, 192)
(Should've got the 192, 192)

End it, it's over, it's over, it's over
Done, done, done, the song, it's, it's over