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 Your Mamma's yappin' in the back seat Tell her to push over and move them big feet Every Monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency Well this morning I ain't fighting tell her I give up Tell her she wins if she'll just shut up But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin' with me CHORUS You can tell her there's a hot sun beatin' on the black top She keeps talkin' she'll be walkin' that last block She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight Well I got some beer and the highway's free And I got you, and baby you've got me. Hey, hey, hey what you say Sherry Darlin' Now there's girls melting on the beach And they're so fine but so far out of reach Cause I'm stuck in traffic down here on 53rd street Now Sherry my love for you is real But I didn't count on this package deal And baby this car just aint big enough for her and me CHORUS So you can tell her there's a hot sun beatin' on the black top She keeps talkin' she'll be walkin' that last block She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight Well I got some beer and the highway's free And I got you, and baby you've got me. Hey, hey, hey what you say Sherry Darlin' Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let the brokenhearted love again Sherry we can run with our arms open before the tide To all the girls down at Sacred Heart And all you operators back in the Park Say hey, hey, hey what you say Sherry Darlin' Hey, hey, hey, what you say Sherry Darlin'
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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