ROAD RAGE
Words & Music © John Morton 1997.
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
He’s a fat exec. stuck in a bottleneck,
And he’s dying to speed because he’s got the spec.
She’s a fast-track hack in a hot hatchback,
And she’s got to get ahead of the rest of the pack.
It’s a sign of the times, it’s the crime of the age—
Like too many rats in a too-small cage,
In a blind stampede they’re all trying to get out;
They’re all hooked on speed and they’re driving about
In a
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
He’s a boy joyrider in a stolen Ford,
And he don’t give a damn ’cause the thing’s insured;
It’s a company car, so what the hell—
He’s gonna burn some rubber and the wreck as well.
She’s a jailbait child on a tailgate ride—
If your trunk came open, she’d be right inside.
It’s bumper to bumper round a concrete maze—
If you can’t get out, you’ll be there for days,
In a
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
You’ve got to speed till the needle goes off the gauge;
You’ve got to put your foot on the gas;
You’ve got to do a ‘U’ where they tell you not to;
You’ve got to give jaywalkers a blast;
You’ve got to break out and blaze down the superhighways;
You’ve got to go when the lights say “No!”—
Let’s ask the little green men from outer space—
“Say, what d’you all make of this human race?”
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
He’s his father’s son in a chicken run,
So don’t you burn him up or he’ll pull out a gun;
He’s a hophead goop in a drophead coupe,
And he’s not gonna stop in no Hollywood swoop.
She’s showing left, but she’s gonna go right,
She’s got to jump the queue and jump the lights;
When they drive too close and they drive too fast,
You’ve got to watch your nose and watch your ass—
In a
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
It’s a company truck, so what the heck—
He’s not gonna get stuck behind some rubberneck;
Tailback dead ahead’s where he’ll run out of road,
Jacknife like a snake, then he’ll shed his load.
You can’t stand for that—when it’s chock-a-block,
If your tyre goes flat, it’s complete gridlock;
If you’ve got to drive, you’re either mad or brave—
If God was alive, she’d be turning in her grave—
sung by me—now you know why my songs are looking for singers…!
In a
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
Road
Rage!
(Rpt. x3)
