my knuckles are white and my face is bright red
doing 65 on a suped-up moped
is that you that gave me the finger?
how come you won't turn off your blinker?
you shouldn't drive like that
roll down your window and see
there's a psycho in your rear view mirror
if honking my horn don't get your attention
i'll stick my fist up your ass like my name was jim hensen. my blood is boiling
don't flash your high beams at me
you wouldn't like it when i'm angry you see
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'gonna check you out while you do your hair
you're driving around like you just don't care
i got the road ra-ye-ya-ye-ya-ye-ya-age