Young driver, is subject,
of road rage fantasy.
He's driving, so badly,
no wonder, he can't see.

His window's, so foggy,
I watch his car careen.
Tailgaiting's, (just) no answer,
there should be room between.

Don't drive, don't drive so, don't drive so close to me.
Don't drive, don't drive so, don't drive so close to me.

He's making, me nervous,
you know how a**holes get.
Time saved is just to measly,
to race around and yet.

Construction, frustration,
so mad he starts to swerve.
He speeds up, cuts me off,
he's got some kind of nerve.

Don't drive, don't drive so, don't drive so close to me
Don't drive, don't drive so, don't drive so close to me

He switched lanes, it's too late,
now he's behind a truck,
I drive up, he's irate,
I see him mouth oh f**k.
Its no use,
he sees me,
I start to laugh and scoff.
Looks pissed now, I don't care,
this is where I get off.

Don't drive, don't drive so, don't drive so close to me.
Don't drive, don't drive so, don't drive so close to me.