We don't care for romance Romance or shooting stars They were last found together in 18th century memoirs We don't care for lovers If loving is all that they've got There must be other hobbies if they want to keep the plot
I'm a man of simple taste No whisky or caviar And what I feel is what I say I'm not trying to be smart
I like girls, girls and fast cars You too will feel this shallow when one melts your heart little heart They melt, they melt, they melt your little heart
We don't care for New Year New Year or fireworks If all they represent is how to go from bad to worse But let's not feel disheartened There's no need to turn the locks We'll stick to what we know and what we know is not a lot
I'm a man of simple taste No chewing on fat cigars And what I feel is what I say I'm not trying to be smart
I like girls, girls and fast cars It's cheap and it's pathetic but you can't hate me just because I like girls, girls and fast cars You too will feel this shallow when one melts your little heart They melt, they melt, they melt your little heart