Privacy - Sammy Hagar

Drivin' down that highway

In my automobile

Drivin', drivin', drivin'

Got both hands on the wheel

I got my eyes on the road

Dustin' off white lines

The man’s got his eye on me

And that’s an invasion of my privacy

It’s my last form of sanctuary

Behind blacked out glass

«Hey, who’s that in there?

That boy’s drivin' much too fast

Hey, that’s some real nice wheels you got there

I bet you paid through the nose."

Yeah, they’re checkin' up on me

And that’s an invasion of my privacy, yeah, drive

Yeah, out in the streets (no privacy)

In my own bedroom (no privacy)

On the telephone (no privacy)

In the back of my car (no privacy)

I can’t get no

I can’t give me no

I can’t give me no privacy

Yeah, drivin', drivin', drivin'

I got my troubles on hold

Just drivin' down that highway

My fossil fuel’s as good as gold

I’m lookin for that long lost road

No sign of man, no sign of life

Where you can’t catch me

To invade upon my privacy

Oh, you can’t catch me

And invade upon my privacy

Yeah, drive, drive, drive

(Privacy, sanctuary)

Drive, drive, drive, drive, ow

(Privacy, sanctuary)

Drive, drive, drive, drive, ow, ooh