Coming like it's 1984 Heard it like a thousand times or more There's nothing I can say or do To keep from fawning over you I'm a backseat driver An ill describer When you call my name I see it rise in the flames There's nothing I can say or do To keep from fawning over you There's nothing I can say or do I keep on falling over your shoes I'm a backseat driver A backseat driver I'm backseat driving again Backseat driving again There's nothing I can say or do To keep from fawning over you There's nothing I can say or do To keep from falling over your shoes I'm a backseat driver