THE RED-VELVET STEERING WHEEL COVER DRIVER Song Lyrics And Chords
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Easy version
Intro: C-Em-F-C 2x I re(C)member one day, I was driving along On the (Dm)Liverpool highway singing my (G)song And the (C)day was as good as the (Am)road it was long I was (Dm)on (D7)my (G)way And (C)then up ahead, a black speck appeared And (Dm)as I drew near, it was just as I (G)feared Doing (C)twenty-five miles an (Am)hour in top gear In the (Dm)out(D7)side (G)lane Oh, dear (Am)me, Glory (G)be, One of (Am)them I could (G)see It was a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)Dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus Tra la (C)la, la-la-la-(Am)la-la la-la-(Dm)la, la-la-la-(G)la Well, (C)he and his wife, they sat side by side In (Dm)their safety belts, they were safely (G)tied And to(C)gether, they rode through the (Am)green countryside Which they (Dm)could (D7)not (G)see He had (C)two dingle-dangles that hung by a string From the (Dm)mirror and in the back window this (G)thing That kept (C)bobbing its head up and (Am)down the singular (Dm)Stair (D7)at (G)me Up and (Am)down, side to (G)side, Keep your (Am)eyes open (G)wide For the (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)Dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus He’s got (C)two china ducks on his living-room wall And a (Dm)bowl of pink, plastic flowers in the (G)hall And a (C)souvenir ashtray that he (Am)bought in port-call On his (Dm)ho(D7)li(G)day And (C)when he gets home, he goes straight to his chair And he (Dm)turns on the telly and all night he'll (G)stare At the (C)girls and the gunfights and (Am)wish he were there But he's (Dm)here (D7)to (G)stay When he re(Am)grets what he didn't (G)see, Then he will (Am)switch to IT(G)V 'Cause he's a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)Dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus Well, (C)each Friday morning, he takes his basket To (Dm)town and he goes to the big super(G)market And he (C)looks up and down and thinks (Am)oh, what a task It's so (Dm)hard (D7)to (G)choose For there’s (C)apple sponge pudding all topped with tasty-freeze (Dm)Ready cut loaves, instant cake mix and (G)frozen peas (C)All of those fifty-(Am)seven varieties (Dm)Fresh (D7)to(G)day Hermetically (Am)sealed, untouched by human (G)hands Just 'neath those (Am)tins, think of all those gifts you might (G)win When you're a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus Well, it's (C)Saturday night, it's a night for a fling So, (Dm)throw on your glad-bags, ring-a-ding (G)ding And go (C)down to the hall for a (Am)good game of bingo And (Dm)cups (D7)of (G)tea Then it's (C)back into bed and turn off the light Puff the (Dm)hot-water bottle, sweet dreams and sleep (G)tight And (C)God keep us from things that go (Am)bump in the night But es(Dm)pe(D7)cia(G)lly All of those (Am)dreams of the (G)day, When our (Am)own children will (G)say "My dad's a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)dri-(G)i-(C)ver " Chorus (G)La-la-(C)la |
Additional playing instruction for the advanced version
The advanced version of this song differs from the easy version ‚only’ by two additional chords G7 and G*. G*=3-2-0-0-3-3 is basically a variant of the easier ‚standard’ G major chord G=3-2-0-0-0-3 and both of them can be used as an alternative to each other in almost any song. However, only the two of them together with G7=3-2-0-0-0-1 will create this nice little ‚riff’ in the song. Each of the three chords lasts only one beat in the riff, so the chord combination (G-G7-G*) will make one full 3/4-measure. The important thing is really to play the h-string of the G- and G7-chord and the high e-string of G* because these are the notes that make up the melody. All other notes/strings in the three chords are fully optional. G* may therefore be simplified to G*=3-2-0-0-3-X if you pick the chords or if you strum them with the high e-string damped from swinging by your small finger. Please note that the riff is sometimes purely instrumental and sometimes sung by using the very first words of the following text line. This may also need some time. Marc Fahrbach 28-7-2013 Advanced version for more experienced guitar players
Intro: C-Em-F-C 2x I re(C)member one day, I was driving along On the (Dm)Liverpool highway singing my (G)song And the (C)day was as good as the (Am)road it was long I was (Dm)on (D7)my (G)way -(G-G7-G*) And (C)then up ahead, a black speck appeared And (Dm)as I drew near, it was just as I (G)feared Doing (C)twenty-five miles an (Am)hour in top gear In the (Dm)out(D7)side (G)lane (G-G7)Oh, (G*)dear (Am)me, Glory (G)be, One of (Am)them I could (G)see It was a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)Dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus Tra la (C)la, la-la-la-(Am)la-la la-la-(Dm)la, la-la-la-(G)la Well, (C)he and his wife, they sat side by side In (Dm)their safety belts, they were safely (G)tied And to(C)gether, they rode through the (Am)green countryside Which they (Dm)could (D7)not (G)see -(G-G7-G*) He had (C)two dingle-dangles that hung by a string From the (Dm)mirror and in the back window this (G)thing That kept (C)bobbing its head up and (Am)down the singular (Dm)Stair (D7)at (G)me (G-G7)Up (G*)and (Am)down, side to (G)side, Keep your (Am)eyes open (G)wide For the (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)Dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus He’s got (C)two china ducks on his living-room wall And a (Dm)bowl of pink, plastic flowers in the (G)hall And a (C)souvenir ashtray that he (Am)bought in port-call On his (Dm)ho(D7)li(G)day -(G-G7-G*) And (C)when he gets home, he goes straight to his chair And he (Dm)turns on the telly and all night he'll (G)stare At the (C)girls and the gunfights and (Am)wish he were there But he's (Dm)here (D7)to (G)stay (G)When-(G7)he-(G*)re(Am)grets what he didn't (G)see, Then he will (Am)switch to IT(G)V 'Cause he's a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)Dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus Well, (C)each Friday morning, he takes his basket To (Dm)town and he goes to the big super(G)market And he (C)looks up and down and thinks (Am)oh, what a task It's so (Dm)hard (D7)to (G)choose (G-G7)For (G*)there’s (C)apple sponge pudding all topped with tasty-freeze (Dm)Ready cut loaves, instant cake mix and (G)frozen peas (C)All of those fifty-(Am)seven varieties (Dm)Fresh (D7)to(G)day Her(G)me(G7)ti(G*)cally (Am)sealed, untouched by human (G)hands Just 'neath those (Am)tins, think of all those gifts you might (G)win When you're a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)dri-(G)i-(C)ver Chorus Well, it's (C)Saturday night, it's a night for a fling So, (Dm)throw on your glad-bags, ring-a-ding (G)ding And go (C)down to the hall for a (Am)good game of bingo And (Dm)cups (D7)of (G)tea (G-G7)Then (G*)it's (C)back into bed and turn off the light Puff the (Dm)hot-water bottle, sweet dreams and sleep (G)tight And (C)God keep us from things that go (Am)bump in the night But es(Dm)pe(D7)cia(G)lly (G)All (G7)of (G*)those (Am)dreams of the (G)day, When our (Am)own children will (G)say "My dad's a (Am)red-(F)velvet (C)steering wheel (Am)cover (C)dri-(G)i-(C)ver " Chorus (G)La-la-(C)la |
