Country Weekend Songtext - Duke Special

Country Weekend - Duke Special

We're going to the country in a thirty foot Rolls Royce
I'm your long serving driver, your chauffeur of choice
You probably never noticed I loved you from afar
I am awkward, coy and nervous when you're travelling in my car

Though my father always told me how a man should know his place
I lose all decorum when I look back and see your face
The rear view gets all misty and the road ahead is bleak
I'll drive you for the weekend but you drive me mad all week

Oh tell me there is love across the class divide
I'd be in bourgeois heaven with you by my side
I am just a chauffeur who really hopes for
The honour of his passenger's hand

Now maybe in the Hamptons your heart will start to melt
You'll start to see this driver as someone like a friend
And though I'm not a gambling man I'll maybe take a punt
To ask you come and join me and sit with me up front

It's done a man like me no good to drive alone in cars
My mind just tends to wander and take things way too far
Though my father always told me that the rich won't love the poor
I still believe my sweetheart you could love your poor chauffeur

Oh tell me there is love across the class divide
I'd be in bourgeois heaven with you by my side
I am just a chauffeur who really hopes for
The honour of his passenger's hand


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