Testo di Sinatra

Drive around town, forced to talk Pass that church again, where's a parking spot? It's Sinatra's world and she just lives here I hate everything as much as I hate me What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? She doesn't see me, I don't care Just move around some and fix your stare I had more fun, took half the time Cost three bucks, buy a magazine What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best, yeah