The driver paused at the junction for a second look
Did I remain calm and considerate, no did I fuck
Oi, dickhead what the fuck do ya think you’re doing
Standing like a twat when you should’ve been moving
You’re holding up the traffic for fucking miles around
Dickheads driving just like you shouldn’t be allowed
Did you pass your test before the dawn of time
Driving like a vicar should be a fucking crime
I’m going to flash my lights and give the horn a beep
Shout and fucking scream at you and haunt you as you sleep
Move that fucking heap of shit out the fucking way
I’ll make yer fucking wish you’d stayed in bed today
Do ya know who I am, you fucking well will do
I’ll get outta my car and give you a fucking clue
With a single punch I’ll knock you to kingdom fucking come
You’ll only be recognisable to your fucking mum
For the next month you’ll be sipping through a straw
Just for falling foul of my fucking law.
Well, that is what my brain was telling me to say
But luckily my mouth stayed shut, refusing to play.
Although the brain is clever, it has no nerves you see
It wouldn’t feel any pain, unlike the rest of me
So in times of road rage, don’t be a fucking knob
Switch off your brain and shut your fucking gob
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