Darlene Walsh - Traffic

Beep beep, move your car
Out of my way, I'm the star
I'll cut you off to get a head
You drive like you're still in bed

Out of my way, this is my road
Move it you big fat sluggish toad
Off the road, stink up your own street
Get lost or your head I will beat

I'll fly over a lane without a blinker
When you see me coming, move you stinker
But if you try to cut in front of me
I'll cut you off and force you to flee

My toons I will blast so all can hear
My horn I will blare if at all you dare
Get in my way and you'll feel my wrath
With my hot coffee I'll give you a bath

And when the police bring me to a halt
I will prove that it all was your fault
It could not possibly be my road rage
As the court reads my name off a page

Darlene Walsh

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