Lyric No particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity s running wild
Cruisin and playin the radio
With no particular place to go

Riding along with my collar loose
Still trying to get her belt unloose
All the way home I held a grudge
But the safety belt it wouldn t budge
Cruisin and playin the radio
With no particular place to go

The wanderer
Well I m the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well you know that I m around
I kiss em and I love em cos to me they re all the same
I hug em and I squeeze them, they don t even know my name
They call me the Wanderer, yeah the Wanderer
I roam around and round and round and round and round
They call me the Wanderer, yeah the Wanderer
I roam around and round and round and round and round