Gob - License From A Cereal Box lyrics

it seems every time we're driving down the trans-canada #1 the traffic's growing worse everyday it doesn't really help when there's a bozo at the wheel slowing down cutting people off i don't think it's funny. hit the gas, hit the brakes, in a traffic jam i think i'm late for work got your license from a cereal box you don't know how to drive you're just a f**ing jerk, it never fails getting on there's always something going wrong a lot of cars a lot of smog (well, not as much as l.a.) it's pretty hazy when a blowout in a tire becomes such a big desire for idiots to watch, slow down it makes me crazy. think you know how i feel what i need is a new automobile like the game spyhunter i could enjoy anyone who would annoy set the missiles seek and destroy.