I’m driving along
Watching my speed
Happy, contented and free
And then up in front
A slow driver appears
Holding up traffic
Please get out of here
You’re slowing us down
Please hurry up
Why do I always
Get behind an idiot
And then when they move
I go bowling along
A skip in my heart
Singing a song
And then they appear
Passing quickly on by
What speed are they doing
Are they hoping to die
I’m carefully sticking
To the limited speed
So how fast are they going
Where’s their brain at
Slow down, slow down
You speeding maniac
So why is it I wonder
As I’m driving along
That all those going slower
Are idiots who should be gone
And those that go faster
And this is a fact
Are simply just crazy
Bloody maniacs
