What the hell, man?
Ey (can't you see?), yeah, mate
Move, move, move, mate
You're in the bloody way, man
Ey (move, bud, move it) ey

Why have you blocked my drivewa-a-a-a-ay?
Got places to go toda-a-a-a-ay
But you're kinda in my wa-a-a-a-ay
And I'm sure it's illegal to do this, ey
Although I'm not sure a whole hundred percent, ey
Cause I'm not one for readin' long-ass law lists, ey
Bu-but you're still in my drivewa-a-a-a-ay
Move your car from my drivewa-ay, ey

Buddy, this is somethin' you should kno-o-o-o-ow
When you park your damn Peugeo-eo-eo-eo-eot
There's places it should not go-o-o-o-o
Like in my driveway, you schmoe-oe-oe-oe-oe
Basic parkin' knowledge, bro-o-o-o-o
Never block where other fo-o-o-o-olks
Drive ev'ry day to get ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Of their homes, no secret no-o-o-o-ow
I wish that I could push you ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Do I have the strength? I dou-ou-ou-ou-oubt
Should not have to wonder 'bou-ou-ou-ou-out
Crap like that, you should move ou-ou-ou-ou-out
Were you in a rush so your ass forgot to think? Ey
I could understand cause parks are limited, ey
But there's "in a rush" and there's "just bein' a shit", ey
Remove that blockage, I won't start breakin' it, ey
I'm real mad here, not the first time you've done this, ey
Ev'ry two days, once again you're blockin' me, ey
This is gettin' dumb, got your fingers on the key, ey
So there's no reason that you can't leave, ey

You're still in my damn drivewa-a-a-a-ay
Got places to go toda-a-a-a-ay
But you're kinda in my wa-a-a-a-ay
But first off, lemme send my boss a text, ey
Explain why I'll be late by a few minutes, ey
He'll let me off cause you keep pullin' this shit, ey
Bu-bud, you're still in my drivewa-a-a-a-ay (uh)
Move your car from my drivewa-ay (uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)

Could be worse, could've parked your car on my la-awn
Done my garden real ha-arm, wait, I'd be better off
Cause I could still head off to my workplace, you see
So go head, trash the green, crush the thistles and weeds
Rather pay to fix up than be late, cause that sucks
Cause of you, I'll be headin' straight into the noon rush, uh
While the talkin' heads blab on the FM
You're takin' the piss, wait, I'm lookin' round the bend
There's parks all over, madness (parks all over, madness)
Too worn out from all the traffic (too worn out from all the traffic)
Your brain, you forget to pack it (you forget to pack it)?
Or is this shit more malicious (or is this shit more malicious)?
You're just makin' me more irate (makin' me more irate)
Must have a hate-on for my place (a huge hate-on for my place)
To do this when there's a wide space (when there's such a wide space)
Of parks out here, you blind, mate?
You're still in my damn drivewa-ay (clod)