Mr Testosterone
Easy there mr. testosterone
control your speed put down the phone
did you light the fuse when you turned the key
rage bomb, speeding and weaving for all to see
squeeze the wheel, music will blare
clinch your jaw, your vulgar words, we hear you swear
we’re all stupid drivers, bad traffic you say
move over, speed up, get out of my way
well, none of us care if you text or you’re a mobile talker
either way your destiny will be a road side marker
Every year over 50,000 men, women and children
are killed on our roads
Share the road PLEASE
Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014
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