Lyrics:

Sitting on a 59
Dreaming of a second line
Everybody's got something better to do
Whoopsy daisy, girl, take a look at you

Sitting on a 59
Sun is coming up from behind
All the way from 92
I need to get myself a better look at you

But what's that in your hair?
Blowing bubbles like you just don't care

I'm a little bemused by the shoes you choose
The threads that you combine
It's so wrong that it's alright

Somebody who
Wants to see 'bout you
It's the stop
Gonna have to get off

Oh yes, it's true
Gotta see about you
But it's my stop
Don't think I'm gonna get off

And I hope some pal
Calls you up on the phone, gal
I wanna hear how you talk 'cause it'll gonna drive me crazy
Your left eye, kinda lazy

What you got on
It's never been done

Some would say you've lost the plot
But I think you're sublime
It's so wrong that it's alright

Sitting on a 59
Dreaming of a second line
Everybody's got something better to do
Whoopsy daisy, girl, take a look at you

I hope some pal calls you up
You say so much but I never have to talk
One thing is driving me crazy
Your left eye is kinda lazy

But what's up with your hair
'Cause I'm trying hard not to stare

I'm a little bemused by the shoes you choose
The threads that you combine
It's so wrong that it's alright

I was sitting on a 59
I was dreaming of a second line
The sun is coming up from behind

I'm a little bemused by the shoes you choose
The threads that you combine
It's so wrong that it's alright
It's alright, it's alright