Golden Retriever

Beach side parking lot

Her left mirror had fallen off

Salty hair with a paddle pop

Just my type

So we made dinner plans

Maybe I should be the one who drives

Her father was a bass playing man

Fair to say that I was working on my handshake the whole damn night

Baby I want to be your golden retriever

Be your full time believer for anything you need

I’ll be your idea receiver

I hope you know that I can be that guy

She ruled my dreams

Had me fixated on the make believe

Let’s go live in a suburban street

Up on the hillside

Where we can sleep in late

We’ll be hushed in our own little cloud

Til we remember it’s a rubbish day

I’ll go sprinting through the rain before that truck comes round

Baby I want to be your golden retriever

Be your full time believer for anything you need

I’ll be your idea receiver

I hope you know that I can be that guy

I can drive a mini van

Trade my guitars for a folding pram

Forever be a family man

Sail that ship til I die

Spin you round the kitchen floor

Dancing with a glass full of wine

You leading me to the bedroom door

I can be the Michael to your Holly for the rest of time

Baby I want to be your golden retriever

Be your full time believer for anything you need

I’ll be your idea receiver

I hope you know that I can be that guy