Status Quo No Particular Place To Go
Riding along in my automobile My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity's running wild Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go Riding along with my collar loose Still trying to get her belt unloose All the way home I held a grudge But the safety belt it wouldn't budge Cruisin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go The wanderer Well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down Where pretty girls are well you know that I'm around I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cos to me they're all the same I hug 'em and I squeeze them, they don't even know my name They call me the Wanderer, yeah the Wanderer I roam around and round and round and round and round They call me the Wanderer, yeah the Wanderer I roam around and round and round and round and round
