Why the hell we waitin in line
A billion cars in front and behind
Were goin the way of the dinosaur
And theyll make petrol out of us next time
And everything would be allright
If this coffin that im in was a kite
Id sail on home to my TV set
Im glad Sopranos are on Sunday night
Hey you in the car in front of me
Ive got a message for you
Could you pass it on to
The guy sittin in the car in front of ya
Ask him to pass it along too
If we all drive 25 were getting nowhere
If we all drive 75 well get there faster
If we all drive 105 well get to heaven on time
Bumper to bumper grumps
All racing to get over the hump
Then we realize whats on the other side
And its no wonder why they come undone
But i dont let it get me down
I just take a look around
My wind shield is a movie screen
And everybodys actin like a clown
And in the endzone we see a couch
With our TV dinner eyes
So if you see my window rollin down
Ive got a chainsaw for a mouth to cut you down to size
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