Move it, move it buddy
Yapping, haven't moved an inch
Traffic that's in front of you
is long gone, you won't flinch
Bee-bee-beep you just stay
Oh, you're gonna anger me
Now I'm gonna cuss you out
You're ignoring me

I-ignoring me
I-ignoring me
I am gonna cuss you out; you're ignoring me

Now your texting
Why the heck are you in both lanes
And I can't get around
you cause you're driving insane
They should make laws against you
you should get a hands free
And now you're still in front of me
Cops move him now please

Stop talkin' stop talkin
I don't want to sit anymore
My patience has been lost you've made my butt sore
Stop talkin' stop talkin
See the traffic we must endure
Get off the highway or don't talk on the phone more

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin please
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Move it jeeze
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
You're irritating me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

You can talk on your phone
When you get back home,
But just shut the f**k up on that d*mn phone
Sick of you bub
Gonna give you a lump
If you cannot get off your telephone

Eat if you want
You dance to some junk
but could you just hang up your telephone
You're such a stub
I cannot stand you scrub
Or I might just destroy your telephone

Boy whose talking on his phone
Ain't moving no damn faster
Maybe you are plastered
make my horn more blastered
I think that my whole day is blown
Cause you're a butthole master
Traffic is a disaster
Next time please don't answer

Not that I don't talk too
But not when I'm driving
and I am getting tired
of your big butt sitting
Someday I'd like to move
get to my destination
I really hope you drop your calls
Then I'll stop honking

Yes I'll stop honking
Yes I'll stop honking
I really hope you drops your calls, and I'll stop honking

Stop talking, stop texting
I don't want to honk anymore
I want to push the gas pedal to the floor
Stop Talking, Stop texting
Cause I want to cause you some gore
You've gotta move cause I can't take it no more

Stop talking, stop texting
Listen to a chorus some more
I'm sick and tired and I'm getting really bored
Stop Talking, Stop texting
Don't think I can say this no more
Please just hang up, I am begging to move lord

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop texting for me please
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
I'm sleepy
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…
Stop telephonin' please
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

You can call from a hunt
When you get back home
But right now you should close your celley-phone
You can chat in a hub
or way down in a sub
but right now set down your telephone

You want green eggs and ham
You like manwich and spam
Don't care what you say on your celley-phone
But please move it bub
Or you may just get snubbed
If you don't close down your telephone!

Your telephone!
Ya-ya-your telephone!
Cause I'm armed with a club
And I'll beat you up bub
If you can't shut off that telephone!

Your telephone!
Ya-ya-your telephone!
Now I'm getting ticked off
You just look and then scoff
As I whine about you on my telephone

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