Augustdrivin'
Cross-country for three days is enough to drive you insane
We've stopped for ice creampee breaks
But all these little spawns of the devil do is complain

That's why I'm fumingChevy, four kids and an ulcer
It's loomingif they don't shut up I'll freak
Zack's beating up on Renee
Tom's car-sick; he's gonna spray

And now the air con'sbroken
As I find out my wife's been reading the map upside down
And Tom's just thrown upmilkshake
Over the bub as we pull into the next redneck town

I must be crazyChevy, four kids and an ulcer
And Jay-Zis all I'm allowed to play
We stopped at a cheap motel
Looked like Faust's version of hell
Wife said”oh well"

Well, I was tiring Chevy, four kids and an ulcer
Retiringto bed's what I wanna do
A jukebox started to play
And night time turned into day

With drunken cowboyswhooping
Boning their girlfriends right underneath my window..”Oooh Merle!”
Another twentyhours
Until we reach Orlando and Disney-F-reakin'-world

I feel like boozing Chevy, four kids and an ulcer
I'm losingpatience, my temper and hair
A blue light in my rear view; and up struts Officer “Lou”
“Get out, will yew?”
Now I just wanna wanna wanna.go home, my friend.