I used to love to yak at home
But now I talk while drivin' round, yeah
Can't drive without a dial tone
A social life in cars I've found, yeah
Yeah, got an answer machine, and distinctive ring
Got almost ten thousand minutes, I call everything
I love it, I need it, I wield it
Yeah, it's a dialed thing, all day, all night,
It's my highway phone

And now I'm gonna eat my lunch
That I purchased at the drive-through, yeah
I'm doin' over sixty-five
While I'm watchin' my rear view
Yeah, it sure saves lots of time, I do everything
Yeah, in my car is where I thrive best, and I even sing
I love it, I eat it, I spill it
Six happy meals, all mine, all day, all night,
It's my highway food

(Solo of squealing tires)

Nobody's gonna take my case
Cause they say I was to blame, yeah
Nobody's gonna fix my face
Or my leg that now is lame, yeah
Ooh, I saw heaven that day, wore an angel's wing
Now, I got lawsuits to fight, and I don't have anything
I hate it, I did it, I bleed it
Yeah, it hurts like Hell, all day, all night
I'm the highway cause

(solo of hospital equipment)