Without fail, ev'ry mornin'
There's some bellend with stickers adornin'
The bumper on their Swift
Or whatever car they picked, these pricks
How'd they get a license?
Cause the piss is what they're all takin'
Look, the lines are painted thick
How have you parked perpendicular?

You great bastards
Place your metal box along the white painted lines
Find that's too hard? Don't drive

Might be speakin' too harshly? Please
They make me late to work though I made it
On time to the parkin' lot
They still make me unable to clock in

Utter bastards
Laid their metal box across the white painted lines
I wish that was a lie

Drivin' along this highway
All these cars are owned by such assholes
Lined up in ev'ry direction
Except the way they're meant to, so lame

I'm sick of all of this crappy parkin'
All fail at what's pretty basic
No-one does it the same
No-one does it the same way, yeah

Man, I'd slap a short, sharp note on the
Windshield of the pricks who parked wrong
But there's way too many of them
I can't do it, do it, sucks, sucks
I'll just binge on my need to whinge
Sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks

Hate these bastards
Place a metal box inside the white painted lines
Why's that so hard? It's shite

Try harder to park right