The only thing in my car I use is the steering-wheel I only make it stop and start to make the tires squeeeel I never signal my intentions, you'll have to read my mind I never even glance around me, I might as well just close my eyes
Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way I shouldn't have a license!
My mild-mannered friendly self gets turned around When I hop inside my car and drive across town I never stop at red lights, I don'y obey no traffic signs And I'll run your ass right off the road if it saves me a little time
Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way I shouldn't have a license!
You're shaving precious seconds off my time I think I own the road!
