Lyrics

Mr. Svensson's in the backseat, swaying left and right
One too many beers have made his collar tight
His Chevy's rolling down the street, a party on four wheels
The neighbors shake their heads at all the noise his laughter yields

Mr. Svensson, Mr. Svensson
Riding in the back of his four-wheel cruiser
Mr. Svensson, Mr. Svensson
The ultimate party enthusiast loser
Lil Richard's blasting through the night
Making all the windows shake with fright

The Chevy's engine rumbling like a beast about to roar
While Svensson's counting empties on the floor
He's singing out the lyrics though he doesn't know the words
His version of "Tutti Frutti" is the strangest ever heard

Backseat boogie, backseat blast
Svensson's party is unsurpassed
Backseat boogie, backseat show
How far will Mr. Svensson go?

The stereo is cranked up to eleven or beyond
To every beat and rhythm, Svensson's deeply fond
His Chevy is a legend in the neighborhood by now
A rolling rock and roll machine that makes the people bow

Mr. Svensson, Mr. Svensson
Riding in the back of his four-wheel cruiser
Mr. Svensson, Mr. Svensson
The ultimate party enthusiast loser
Lil Richard's blasting through the night
Making all the windows shake with fright

One beer, two beer, three beer, four
Mr. Svensson always calls for more
Five beer, six beer, hitting the floor
Still he's begging, "Pour me some more!"

Tomorrow there'll be headaches, regrets and solemn vows
But tonight there's only music and wild eyebrows
The Chevy keeps on cruising like a ship without a sail
Another legendary night in Svensson's boozy tale

Mr. Svensson...
In his backseat throne...
Mr. Svensson...
Never going home...