Right On Time -- Or Ten Minutes Early

Dad was forever in a hurry His life filled with tension and worry He always had to be right on time If not, he preferred ten minutes early A terror behind the wheel of his car He cursed at Heaven and the stars He'd ride the tail of a slowpoke Here are names that he'd invoke You moron, you idiot, you jerk! You're making me late for work Nincompoop, numbskull, and pea-brain You're slower than a worn-out freight train Dad, of course, was 100% right And always ready for a fight 'Til the day this came out from my little brother ~ 'That moron drives like my friggin grandmother!'