Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

I was ridin' down in Rock Creek Park,
With the misty morning dew,
I was riding in to work that day,
Like everybody gotta do.

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

You were driving in to work that day,
Your mind was racing fast,
Filled with anger left and right,
Resentments of the distant past.

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

You came round the turn, there he was on the right,
You were goin' way to freakin' fast,
You hit the brakes, "Get off the Road!"
You shout at his dynamo light.

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

Rev up that engine up, you're a big strong man,
Cursin' n'swearin', layin' on your horn,
Yellin' "I'll squash you like a grape,
You'll wish you'd never been born."

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

You think that it's the bikes that slow you down,
Where you goin', in such a rush?
Man you better look again,
That's a red light that's coming up.

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

"Get a car you son of a bitch,
It's the A-mer-ic-an way.
I'll run you right off the road,
Pal this ain't you lucky day."

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

There's a hundred and fifty million cars
Driving around this country of ours.
Obesity's at twenty-five percent,
And the seas are starting to rise.

Well, your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

The engine roared, I thought it was the end,
I's going to meet the great rider in the sky,
That's when I saw the lights shine out,
Red and blue in the corner of my eye.

Your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress law,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll get you two to four.

Well, your road rage don't impress your girlfriend,
Your road rage don't impress your wife,
Your road rage don't impress your children,
It'll only bring you strife.

(c) 2008, Practical Records