Texty: Blondie. Plastic Letters. I'm On E.

I'm on E, I'm on E, I'm on E
Got nothin' to say, I used to have a car of my own
I'm on E, I'm on E, I'm on E for England
Laid out for maybe a week

I've walked my feet to the bone
I'd give my life for a car of my own

I'm on E, two weeks ago Saturday I was on TV
I'd like a show of my own
But you see I'm still on E
Even though everything is happening to me, oh

So when you're drivin' on home
Don't regret your loan

I'm on E, I'm on E
I gave my car to a guy named Vinnie, I feel like gassin' my feet
They've totaled me and skipped a beat
I used to have a car of my own

28 or 58, walking to refrigerator
To the pump, do the bump
Still on E, I'll think of something
I'm on E and I'm on E
I'll never have to stop my feet

28 or 58, walking to refrigerator
To the pump, do the bump
Still on E, I'll think of something
I'm on E and I'm on E
I'll never have to fill my feet up