Why the hell we waitin’ in line
A billion cars in front and behind
We’re goin’ the way of the dinosaur
And they’ll make petrol out of us next time
And everything would be allright
If this coffin that i’m in was a kite
I’d sail on home to my TV set
I’m glad Sopranos are on Sunday night
Hey you in the car in front of me
I’ve 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 we’re getting’ nowhere
If we all drive 75 we’ll get there faster
If we all drive 105 we’ll get to heaven on time
Bumper to bumper grumps
All racing to get over the hump
Then we realize what’s on the other side
And it’s no wonder why they come undone
But i don’t let it get me down
I just take a look around
My wind shield is a movie screen
And everybody’s 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
I’ve got a chainsaw for a mouth to cut you down to size.