The Car
Lyrics of The Car by Arctic Monkeys
Your grandfather′s guitar
Thinking about how funny I must look
Trying to adjust to what’s been there all along
With the boat kiosk lady and her sleepy amigos
But it ain′t a holiday until
You go to fetch something from the car
Travel size champagne cork pops
And we’re sweeping for bugs
In some dusty apartment
The “what’s-it-called café”
You can arrive at 11
And have lunch with the English
But it ain′t a holiday until
They force you to make a wish
They say, “Climb up this”
And, “Jump off that”
And you pretend to fall asleep on the way back
No, it ain′t a holiday until
You go to fetch something from the car
Writer(s): Alex Turner
Producer(s): James Ford
Arranger(s): Alex Turner, Bridget Samuels, James Ford
Performer(s): Alex Turner, James Ford, Jamie Cook, Matt Helders, Nick O'Malley (2), Tom Rowley, Tyler Parkford (2)
Engineer(s): Anthony Cazade, Emma Marks, Loren Humphrey
Mixer(s): James Ford
Mastering Engineer(s): Matt Colton