(chorus) Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late It hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam
Well I left my job about 5 o'clock It took fifteen minutes go three blocks Just in time to stand in line With a freeway looking like a parking lot
- chorus -
Now I almost had a heart attack Looking in my rear view mirror I saw myself the next car back Looking in the rear view mirror 'bout to have a heart attack I said
- chorus -
Now when I die I don't want no coffin I thought about it all too often Just strap me in behind the wheel And bury me with my automobile
- chorus -
Damn...
Now I used to think that I was cool Running around on fossil fuel Until I saw what I was doing Was driving down the road to ruin
Version imprimable
