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