Your momma'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 blacktop 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 d'ya say, Sherry Darlin' Now there's girls melting 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 blacktop 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 d'ya say, Sherry Darlin' Well, let there be sunlight, let there be rain Let the broken-heart 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 d'ya say, Sherry Darlin' Hey, hey, hey, what d'ya say, Sherry Darlin'