Riding the back seat is sticky Thick hard hot upholstery With vinyl strips that burn But not as bad as the molten buckle Are we there yet? Hush! My leg has a rectangular brand You never told me to buckle up I would have to teach you that later Where are we? Hush! You told me it was so many hills away Or this many Neil Diamond songs And sang to me βYou Are My Sunshineβ Although it was out of tune And you donβt remember I still hum it sometimes When Iβm distracted *Are we there yet?