| Well I’m tired of the pressure, so tired of the pace | 
| Just want to grab you baby, and get out of this race | 
| I got no chance of makin' it, workin' downtown | 
| And walkin' slow and talkin' low | 
| I’m tired of goin' down… and down, and down | 
| Yeah! | 
| Start the car, we gotta move | 
| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove | 
| It’s been a long, hard road | 
| Come on baby, drive it home | 
| Start the car | 
| Well, started out for paradise, ain’t no promised land | 
| This ain’t no kinda livin' for an honest workin' man | 
| There’s people dyin' on the streets, they never make the news | 
| My love is livin' up on the hill, singin' the white boy blues | 
| Whoa yeah! | 
| Start the car, we gotta move | 
| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove | 
| The city’s rich, we’re dirt poor, somewhere waitin' | 
| There’s somethin' more | 
| Start the car | 
| Oh, yeah! | 
| Well, goin' out with dignity, goin' out with style | 
| We’ll lay down that hammer baby and make our own road, across the miles | 
| Cause I can’t take this town, one more day baby, yeah! | 
| Start the car, we gotta move | 
| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove | 
| The city’s rich, we’re dirt poor, somewhere waitin' | 
| There’s gotta be somethin' more | 
| Start the car, we gotta move | 
| This ain’t no livin', this ain’t no groove | 
| It’s been a long, hard road | 
| Come on baby, drive it home | 
| Start the car | 
| Yeah! | 
| Start the car baby… yeah! | 
| Uh uh… Ah baby | 
| Start the car | 
| Hoo… Start the car baby | 
| Well, come on baby start the car | 
| Whoa… |