Lyrics:

Your Mamma's yappin' in the back seat
Tell her to push over and move them big feet
Every Monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency

Well this morning I ain't fighting, tell her I give up
Tell her she wins if she'll just shut up
But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin' with me

You can tell her there's a hot sun beatin' on the black top
She keeps talkin', she'll be walkin' that last block
She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight

Well, I got some beer and the highway's free
And I got you, and baby you've got me
Hey, hey, hey what you say, Sherry darlin'?

Now there's girls meltin' on the beach
And they're so fine but so far out of reach
Cause I'm stuck in traffic down here on 53rd street

Now Sherry, my love for you is real
But I didn't count on this package deal
And baby, this car just ain't big enough for her and me

So you can tell her there's a hot sun beatin' on the black top
She keeps talkin', she'll be walkin' that last block
She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight

Well, I got some beer and the highway's free
And I got you, and baby you've got me
Hey, hey, hey what you say, Sherry darlin'?

Well let there be sunlight, let there be rain
Let the brokenhearted love again
Sherry we can run with our arms open before the tide

To all the girls down at Sacred Heart
And all you operators back in the park
Say hey, hey, hey what you say, Sherry darlin'?
Hey, hey, hey, what you say, Sherry darlin'?