| Foot to the floor, get out the way, ziggin' zaggin'
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| Ziggin' through the traffic and up goes the finger
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| Get out of my waaaaaaaaaaaaaay!
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| Comin' through!
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| And this is for the people who I see while I’m drivin'
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| Who despite their own stupidity are somehow alive
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| The braindead freaks, who refuse to wake up
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| The guys who are shaving and the chicks with make up
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| The guy behind me in the rear view mirror
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| Following so close I can see his nose hairs
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| The moron flying by me changing his clothes
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| The guys who only concentrate on picking their nose
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| All you punks who make your engines roar
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| The hundred year old lady who can’t see anymore
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| The guy who has to steer with his knees all night
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| 'Cause there’s a beer in his left hand and a joint in his right
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| For the suicidal freaks tryin' to beat the train
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| The guy who made the U-turn from the right hand lane
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| Their stupidity’s amazing, I’m completely stunned
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| Now get off the road before you kill someone!
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| I wish I had a nickel that somebody would give me
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| For every time a moron on the phone nearly hit me
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| Wild antics in parking lots
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| They’d run over their own daughter just to get a good spot
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| And guys who stare at an accident
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| Even if it’s nothin' but a little 2 inch dent
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| While you’re lookin' at the crash, you’re bound to cause one
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| Now get off the road before you kill someone
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| Hey watch it, buddy!
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| Yeah same to you!
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| You go to Hell!
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| DIE! |