Traffic on the freeway makes me angry.
Traffic on surface streets makes me cry.
Traffic, when you're in it, moves so slowly.
Traffic almost always makes me whine.

If I had spinner wheels I could give you,
I'd pimp your ride, just like in East L.A.
If I had XM radio for you,
I'd play a song with bass that booms away.

Traffic on the freeway makes me angry.
Traffic on surface streets makes me cry.
Traffic, when you're in it, moves so slowly.
Traffic almost always makes me whine.

If I had bumper stickers to give you,
I'd use stickers worth reading while you idle.
If I had hybrids that I could sell to you,
You'd save some gas, in traffic, all this while.

Traffic on the freeway makes me angry.
Traffic on surface streets makes me cry.
Traffic, when you're in it, moves so slowly.
Traffic almost always makes me whine.

Traffic almost all the time makes me whine.
Traffic, going no way...