Lyrics
Phyllis, go home
I think you might be drunk
What you called your knack for genius
Was probably only luck
Phyllis, don't cry
When you think of the snow
Picture burly lumberjacks
Dying in the cold
He's never coming back
Fast times in Minnesota
You're stuck in North Dakota
Driving 55
Phyllis, don't frown
This is not the end
Of a life you half-despise
You got a few years yet
Phyllis, look up
Try not to forget
The best part of getting older:
Living with regret
He's never coming back (no)
Fast times in Minnesota
You're stuck in North Dakota
Driving 55
He's never coming back (no)
Fast times in Minnesota (no)
Just east of South Dakota (no)
Ooftas and yeah-you-betchas (no)
Hot dish and all the lefse (no)
Drunk driving on Toyotas (no)
Bob Dylan, great to know ya (no)
White people paranoia (no)
That time and where I met ya (no)
I hope I didn't bore ya (no)
Driving 55 (driving 55)
Driving 55 (driving 55)
Driving 55