Wheels humming, raindrops drumming,
Windscreen wipers swishing, tyres in water plishing, Music playing on the radio.
We sing as we drive along, song after merry song, A German drinking song,
A sentimental chorus to the moon.
We sing and sway in tune
To tunes rollicking or melancholy,
An Irish lullaby, or a Scottish ditty.
We feed on sandwiches and chips,
Drink water, for these trips
Are all the spirit that we need.
We don’t drink beer to cheer us,
Even with a beery chorus.
The joy is in anticipation,
Not the reaching of our destination.
The journey is more fun