She stands there on the corner
Got raspberry jeans
Waiting and watching and oh God here he comes
Pulls up beside here in a sporty machine
Rolls down his window
And hands here a bag of plums plums
"Eat them" he tells here
"They make you feel great"
She hops in the and car he steps on the gas
Says "Can't you drive faster
It's getting late
Just a wee bit faster
You're not going to fast"
Freeway
Riding down the freeway
Cruisin'
Now he's really cruisin'
When the plums take affect
Yes the plums suddenly juice her mind
She's no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind
She's fine
"Oh I feel great" she says
But he already knows it
Cause she's fingering his hair
And she's biting his toes
She's really plummed out
And in her eyes she shows it
She says "Hey what's the hurry? Let's drive more slow"
Moisture drips from her edible lips
As he looks into her eyes
He is quick to realize
That he'd better pull over
Before he gets to Dover
Cause if he really wants her
Now the time is wise
Freeway
Riding down the freeway
Cruisin'
Now you're really cruisin'
When the plums take affect
Yes the plums suddenly juice her mind
She's no longer a nervous wreck
Now her nerves are blind
She's fine
She's plum dumb
Plum dumb
Plummin'
Plummin'
Plummin'
Plummin'
Plummin'
Plummin'
Yeah