เนื้อเพลง Arctic Monkeys - The Car

 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