Mojo Nixon & Skid Roper - Get out of My Way lyrics

Well I get up in the morning Got them freeway blues Yeah, I'm bumper to bumper Somebody better move (Get outta my way s**er) I said, hey, hey, hey Everybody out of my way Yeah, every mornin', every night The traffic it just plain stops No matter which way you go It's a evil gridlock Pretty soon the whole interstate's Gonna be one big parking lot The helicopters say on the radio Man you're doomed no matter which way you go And then if you gotta talk to the tinkle buddy Better get that Big Gulp cup, honey So there you are on your way to work And what're you doing? You're stuck in traffic hell But listen to me, man I'm not gonna waste my life being in some traffic jam Not sittin' around to go to some evil, twisted, little job You hear me? In fact, I'm not even gonna go to work I'm not even gonna get off at the liitle Go To Work exit I'm gonna pull over right here, man I'm gonna pull over right here And I'm gonna call my job up I'm gonna talk to my boss And say, "Oh, Mr. Boss Mr. Boss, I'm so sick I'm so sick I can't go to work I'm so sick I gotta go to a party at the beach You hear me? You s**as in front of me Get out of my way Get out of my way, boy I gotta go to the party at the beach You hear me? I'm gonna crush you evil yuppie twits In your little teeny fancy little Euro-Japo-foo-foo-mobiles Get out of my way I said, move over Rover Let Mojo take over Do you hear me, s**as, say Move over Rover Let Mojo take over Now some of y'all are probably saying "Now, Moj', aren't you advocating possibly some illegal activity? Are you worried about the police?" I said, "Cops? I ain't afraid of no stinkin' cops, man" The cops can't touch me at all, you hear me? The cops are nothin' but prisoners of the donut shops, anyway Now I got a, I got a plan, ladies and gentlemen All you people out there stuck in traffic, man Your car's overheatin' And they got somethin' funny on the radio or some dang thing I want to you turn your radio up full blast Turn it up past eleven Roll down your windows Honk your horn Put the pedal to the metal and start screamin' Hey, hey, hey Get out of my way C'mon, scream it Hey, hey, hey Get out of my way, yeah 'Cause I ain't goin' to work today Yeah, don't be no slave to the freeway Man, free yourself Get up on the shoulder Cut across some fields Turn around, go the wrong way Get out of this traffic jam, yeah Shoot through them tollbooths at 120 miles an hour Throwin' pennies up into the air D'ya hear me? Get in there Hey, hey, hey Get out of my way I want you to get into the, ah what you call that there The commuter lane, the carpool lane And put a couple o' inflatable dolls next to ya And just start cruisin' down that s**er, that's right I said Hey, hey, hey Get out of my way I said hey, hey, hey Get out of my way Hey, hey, hey Get out of my way