Road Rage

Road rage… my knuckles are white, and my face is bright red
Road rage… doin 65 on a suped up moped
Road rage… is that you that gave me the finger
Road rage… how come you won’t you turn off your blinker
You shouldn’t drive like that!
I’ve got a baseball bat!
You’re gonna get it, you’re gonna get it!
Roll down your window and see
There’s a psycho in your rear view mirror. IT’S ME!
Road rage… if honkin' my horn don’t get your attention
Road rage… i’ll stick my fist up your ass like my name was Jim Henson
My blood is boilin'!
Your car’s annoying!
I’m gonna get ya! I’m gonna get ya!
Don’t flash your highbeams at me
You wouldn’t like it when i’m angry, you see?
I’ve got the road rage!
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baaaa
What’s that? I’ll step on my gas I’ll pass your ass
Gonna check you out while you do your hair
You’re driving around like you just don’t care
I got the road ra-a-a-a-age!
So, chill! Get off my grill
You drive too fast, I’ll make you crash!