John Gorka Stranger In My Driver's Seat Lyrics

I lost my car to the Riverside Drive
Last seen heading up the upper west side
One thirty eighth street one thirty nine
What's yours is theirs, what's theirs was mine
Now it's gone for parts, it's gone for fun
It's gone for sure as any one
No, they're not polite, they don't say please
With the cover of night, they never use keys.

Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat
Broken glass around his feet
The radio will change it's tune
Removed beneath a New York moon

The precinct has an icy clerk
Her hand fills out the paper
But the cops don't look for stolen cars
You can wish upon a star

It happens every now and then
People see their cars again
Some are found on cinder blocks
With open trunks and busted locks

They say in this town nothing sleeps That goes for thieves and chimney sweeps
The smart ones say to keep your ride
Park it on the Jersey side

Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat
Broken glass around his feet
The radio will change it's tune
Removed beneath a New York moon

I lost my car to the Riverside Drive
Last seen heading up the Upper West Side
One thirty eighth street one thirty nine
What's yours is theirs, what's theirs was mine
Manhattan nights are full of rats
Republican and democrats
Most of them have learned the rules
The rest of us just go to school

Now there's a stranger in my driver's seat
There's broken glass around his feet
The radio will change it's tune
Removed beneath a New York moon