Some places I wish I didn't show you
My mom just called and I gotta go
Back streets in Indiana, drive through
A pothole, it makes us go so slow
Pull up when we get to the drive-in
The gumball man is on the screen
And the scary part is coming
And we hear everybody scream
Oh, it's late
And the summer nights, they pull me away
What to say to make you stay
'Cause when it's done, I can't contemplate
Drive home but won't you take the back roads
I don't want anyone to see
When we drive you make me feel so special, and I don't ever want to leave
I left my phone in your glove box
And now I don't know where you went
'Cause you drove somewhere around the block
And you took half of my friends
Oh, it's late
And the summer nights, they pull me away
What to say to make you stay
'Cause when it's done, I can't contemplate
Oh, gumball man, gumball man
Gumball man, gumball man
Gumball man, gumball man
Gumball man, gumball man
Gumball man, gumball man
Gumball man, gumball man
Gumball man, gumball man