Hurry that throttle, gram-pa,
Pick up the grind.
Kick on that high gear feature,
I must make time.

Bad drivers everywhere, run on,
Get out of the way, moron.
Driving so few are selfless,
And nobody's cell-less drivin' 'long.

Out in this funked up traffic,
The streets are ice.
Streets are clogged like spaghetti,
May luck be nice.

The cars are everywhere, tonight,
Along move you dudes, drive right.
Nomadics with gall,
So static they stall, (So static they stall)
F 'em!
Emphatically gall...

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Drivers of clunked up Buicks,
They don't think twice.
Drivin' like Al's wife Peggy,
Can't drive precise.

You can't get here from there, tonight,
They're long on the rude, alright.
So radical, all, (so radical all - radical all)
Erratic, they crawl, (erratic, they crawl)
F 'em!
Dramatic's the sprawl.


(Instrumental Play Out)