Let it Snow - A Song About Driving Home on Christmas
The ride home's not delightful.
It seems I've no place to go:
Hit the gas! You're an ass driving slow.
You show all the signs of stopping.
The veins in my brain are popping.
The light is still green, you know.
How I yearn that you'll turn -- You're too slow.
With one finger I wave Good night,
While you drive like you're stuck in a storm.
If you don't take a turn at the light,
My nerve endings start to get warm.
My patience is quickly dying.
I'd send you good thoughts, but I'm lying.
You're driving too goddamn slow:
Hit the gas, you're an ass. F*****g GO!
