No Particular Place To Go

(albüm: St. Louis To Liverpool - 1964)

Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity running wild
Cruising and playing the radio
With no particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile
I was anxious to tell her the way I feel
So I told her softly and sincere
And she leaned and whispered in my ear
Cuddling more and driving slow
With no particular place to go

No particular place to go
So we parked way out on the Kokomo
The night was young and the moon was gold
So we both decided to take a stroll
Can you imagine the way I felt?
I couldn't unfasten her safety belt!

Riding along in my calaboose
Still trying to get her belt a-loose
All the way home, I held a grudge
For the safety belt that wouldn't budge
Cruising and playing the radio
With no particular place to go