Traffic Jam

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

To go three blocks,

Just in time

To stand in line

With a freeway looking

Like a parking lot.

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.

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,

About to have

A heart attack, I said,

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.

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.

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.

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.