Cabbage in the Ashtray By Dearly: Manic Romance Meets Highway Hypnosis

Nashville’s Dearly (Amanda Jones) serves up her most unhinged love song yet with Cabbage in the Ashtray, a track that captures the beautiful chaos of queer desire at highway speeds.

Following her breakthrough single Dykes on Bikes, this latest offering confirms Jones as one of indie pop’s most fearlessly authentic voices.

The song opens with “So slick putting on your chapstick / I’m a little car sick you’re a little manic” which immediately establishes the delirious energy that defines the entire track.

Jones navigates between sugar-sweet melodies and intrusive-thought lyrics, creating something that feels like a fever dream soundtrack for late-night drives with your crush.

Built around the hypnotic repetition of “I’m on the forty with a backwards lover,” the track captures that specific kind of sapphic yearning that makes you want to crash your car just to feel something.

““Cabbage in the Ashtray” is a chaotic, emotionally vulnerable indie pop track about knowing something’s a bad idea—and leaning into it anyway.” – Dearly

What makes Cabbage in the Ashtray brilliant is its refusal to sanitise queer desire.

Lines like “Hey pretty mama can I be your bitch” arrive with zero irony. It’s just pure, vulnerable honesty wrapped in sticky hooks.

The bridge’s “sticky little fingers / everywhere I bring her” adds tactile intimacy that most pop songs avoid.

Having performed at Nashville Pride and Kentuckiana Pride, Jones understands her audience. It’s for those seeking music that feels like “intrusive thoughts and choruses made to scream in your car at 2am.”

For fans of Chappell Roan and MUNA craving something more unfiltered, Dearly delivers exactly that: queer chaos you can dance to whilst questioning everything.

Dearly Cabbage in the Ashtray Lyrics

So sslick putting on your chapstick
I’m a little car sick you’re a little manic

I’m on the forty with a backwards lover
Sometimes I wanna drive my car into a ditch
I really love you ’til you love me honey, honey
Hey pretty mama can i be your bitch

It’s okay bought a pair of cheap shades
Cabbage in the ashtray I could be your buffet

I’m on the forty with a backwards lover
Sometimes I wanna drive my car into a ditch
I really love you ’til you love me honey, honey
Hey pretty mama can i be your bitch

Oh take me to your fort
Stay here ’til you linger
Leave more than casual
Sticky little fingers
Everywhere I bring her

I’m on the forty with a backwards lover
Sometimes I wanna drive my car into a ditch
I really love you ’til you love me honey, honey
Hey pretty mama can i be your bitch