Girls get into cars

Of boys who have cars

But me, me… i have none

Words, they seem so weak

When i get myself to speak

I miss the point, i just cannot make myself clear

Burnin memories, fadin love

You know something that i don't know

Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please

Stolen wallets & steele guitars

You have something i haven't got

Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please

Boys get into cars

Of girls who have scars

It's the way of the summer, i guess

Things happened so fast

Of course you were the best

But rock‘n'roll took you away from me

Sunday afternoons 

Runnin free

All these drugs got 

The best of me

Burnin memories, fadin love

You know something that i don't know

Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please

Stolen wallets & steele guitars

You have something i haven't got

Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please

Pass the ashtray, pass the ashtray, please