Road Rage - Hillbilly Hellcats

It’s a terrible drive when the clock strikes five and

I’m a comin' to a traffic jam ahead

Gettin' madder by the minute while i’m sittin' right in

It at a traffic light that’s always turnin' red

Well i’m a' honkin' my horn, cussin up a storm,

Cause you cut me off and passed me on the right

And you better not linger when you’re givin' me the

Finger

And if we stop there’ll be a fight

I’m in a road rage, on a rampage

Yeah my neck’s turnin' red and my foot’s gettin

Heavy on the gas

It’s the last stage, of an outrage

I’m a half a foot behind you so you

Better turn your wheel and let me pass

I’m a' startin' to worry goin' nowhere in a hurry

And now my exit’s comin' up ahead

Better move over rover- my temper’s takin' over

Cause you havent heard a single thing i said

But if you wanna spar step on out of that car

And we’ll have a nice friendly little chat

I’ll hit your wheel hub with my golf club

And you’ll reply with a baseball bat