Hillbilly Hellcats - Road Rage | Текст песни

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It's a terrible drive when the clock strikes five
And I'm a comin' to a traffic jam ahead
Gettin' madder by the minute while I'm sittin' right in it
At a traffic light that's always turnin' red
Well, I'm a' honkin' my horn, cussin' up a storm
'Cause you cut me off and passed me on the right
You better not linger when you're givin' me the finger
So when we stop there'll be a fight

I'm in a road rage, on a rampage
My neck's turnin' red and my foot's gettin heavy on the gas
It's the last stage, of an outrage
I'm a half a foot behind you so you
Better turn your wheel and let me pass

I'm startin' to worry goin' nowhere in a hurry
And now my exit's comin' up ahead
Better move over rover, my temper's takin' over
'Cause you havent heard a single thing I said
But if you wanna spar, step on out of that car
And we'll have a nice friendly little chat
I'll hit your wheel hub with my golf club
And you'll reply with a baseball bat

I'm in a road rage, on a rampage
My neck's turnin' red and my foot's gettin heavy on the gas
It's the last stage, of an outrage
I'm a half a foot behind you so you
Better turn your wheel and let me pass

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