Driving Me Crazy
Whenever I get in my car
It seems I don’t get very far
Before I spot the thing I dread
A man with a hat upon his head
He is a little older guy
And he won’t let me pass him by
He always drives a block long car
Ten miles an hour is almost par
I think he drives by touch and feel
He barely can see o’er the wheel
No matter how I weave and swerve
He cuts me off at every curve
That hat with white hair underneath
Can really make me grit my teeth
He never gets in any hurry
And drives along without a worry
He’s unaware that in his wake
That fifty cars may have to brake
He doesn’t really care you see
Because he is in front of me
When my time on earth is done
And I must make that final run
As I head to heaven, I just know
There’ll be an old guy drivin’ slow
And when I reach that pearly gate
There’ll be a line that has to wait
In front will be a hatted bloke
The one that caused my fatal stroke
Copyright © Stephen Washam | Year Posted 2010
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