I’m cruising in the traffic
Belting out a song
When suddenly I realise
That something is quite wrong
The speed limit is sixty
And that is what I’m doing
But the car that is behind me
Is frustrated with the queuing
The car’s so close, it appears to me
That it seems to have no bonnet
I mean, I can’t actually see one
Just a face with a frown upon it
Maybe she thinks she knows me
I can see right up her nose
My goodness I can even see
The labels on her clothes
I slow down and then I think
“This girl just needs a cuddle”
I slow some more and contemplate
Her world is in a muddle
Suddenly she overtakes
Doing a very dangerous speed
She’s really in a hurry
Of course I let her take the lead
So I just wave and give a smile
I mean, what else can I to do?
She waves back with her middle finger
And yells out “oh fuck you”
Friends, the moral of the story is:
If you are wanting me to speed,
Don’t drive up my arse or else
I’ll go very slow indeed
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