Pedal to the Metal


Put the pedal to the metal!
That’s how to get your car to go.
I've got places I've got to get to
And you're driving way too slow.

I'm trapped in the lane behind you,
It would be faster for me to walk!
No phone or texting while you're driving: 
You need to speed instead of talk.
 
You're on a freeway, not your driveway!
There's a mile long line behind you
Yet look the lonely lane in front,
So get a move on, get a clue!

Lady!  Press the pedal on the right.
Give me a break… No!  Not the brake!
There's no stop sign on the freeway; 
Learn how to drive, for goodness sake.

Hey Mister!  Are you conscious?
I'm honking, are you deaf?  Alive? 
Snap the buckle, Knucklehead,
Now go: it's safe for you to drive.

Yeah, yeah, I could have left sooner, 
If that’s the point you want to make;
But I'm behind you, you goober, 
So it's really not my mistake.

At last! I can get around you, 
Hit the gas and give it the gun;
Put the pedal to the metal…
Look, you slow poke:  this is how it's done.

What now?!  There's flashing lights behind me.
Damn it!  Look what you made me do:
I'm pulled over for a ticket
And it's all because of you.