She pulled the car off to the side
And then she offered him a ride
She had golden arms and a golden bottle
And then she offered him a ride
And he thinks he’s in paradise
Oh, paradise
He thinks he’s in paradise
But he’s almost on the road again
There was a lady in the door
There were some babies on the floor
There was a phone and a bed and a radio
And the sun was going down once more
And he thinks he’s in paradise
Oh, paradise
He thinks he’s in paradise
But he’s almost on the road again
He thought he had a little time
He’s got some words that’s s’posed to rhyme
He knows a thousand songs about a thousand women
And now he’s sung nine ninety nine
And he thinks he’s in paradise
Oh paradise
He thinks he’s in paradise
But he‘s almost on the road again