License From A Cereal Box

Lyrics

[Intro: Chatter] [?] Come on! Move [?] [?] fuckface Make room for [?] [Verse 1] It seems every time we're driving Down the Trans-Canada Number 1 The traffic's growing worse everyday But it doesn't really help When there's a bozo at the wheel Slowing down, cutting people off I don't think it's funny [Chorus] Hit the gas, hit the brakes In a traffic jam I think I'm late for work Got your license from a cereal box You don't know how to drive You're just a fucking jerk [Verse 2] It never fails getting on There's always something going wrong A lot of cars, a lot of smog It's pretty hazy When a blowout in a tire becomes such a big desire For idiots to watch Slow down It makes me crazy Think you know how I feel What I need is a new automobile Like the game "Spy Hunter" I could enjoy anyone who would annoy Set the missiles, seek and destroy [Chorus] Hit the gas, hit the brakes In a traffic jam I think I'm late for work Got your license from a cereal box You don't know how to drive You're just a fucking jerk Hit the gas, hit the brakes In a traffic jam I think I'm late for work Got your license from a cereal box You don't know how to drive You're just a fucking jerk [Outro: Guitar Riff from "Seek & Destroy" by Metallica]