| I’ll be your chauffeur
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| Drive you to a distant shore
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| Fill the tank with gas and dreams
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| The twinkle of the stars shall be our semaphore
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| And guide us to that place
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| A better place
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| Then we shall stay in our Eden restored
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| I’ll be your chauffeur
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| The go-fer who will fetch and carry you home
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| So curl up on this mobile sofa
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| I’ll turn the key and let these four wheels roam
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| We’ll take it at a steady pace
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| Or find a shooting star to chase
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| In a carriage made of leather, wood, and chrome
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| I’ll check the water
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| I’ll take the wheel
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| I’ll jump a red light if that’s how you feel
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| I’ll be your chauffeur
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| No diversion shall deter
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| I’ll wear the uniform
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| The engine shall purr as if metal were fur
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| I’ll be your chauffeur
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| No destination is too far
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| We’ll turn the mileage over
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| The payment we shall disregard
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| And we will leave this place
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| For another place
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| A ticker tape welcome awaits us in the stars
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| I’ll check the water
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| I’ll take the wheel
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| I’ll jump a red light if that’s how you feel
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| I’ll be your chauffeur, yeah
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| I’ll be your chauffeur, yeah
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| I’ll be your chauffeur, yeah
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| I’ll be your chauffeur, yeah |