歌手:Hot Chip
专辑:《Playboy》

April, the cruelest month
I reckon this much could be a contender
There's only so much sorrow a man can take
I can't change my face, don't you remember
You know when I was on the road
That me and you was on the rocks, so low
Should never have got talkin' all that jive
Now there's only one way for me to stay alive
Drivin' in my Peugeot hey, ya
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey, ya
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey, ya
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey, ya
Drivin' in my Peugeot hey, ya
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey, ya
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey, ya
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey, ya
So, long to contentendedness
I reckon next time I'll march in favor
So, long I've felt a blessedness
No more is this a taste I want to savor
I know how I dig you on
You can know only see, so far
But never was there more to say
Less to do before turn away
Drivin' in my Peugeot hey, ya
20 inch rims with the chrome now hey, ya
Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey, ya
Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey, ya