Lyrics:

Five points for hitting petrol-heads, Jet-skiers too
No points for hitting P Platers, they do the work for you
Three points for a Volvo-driver, dock one for stereotyping
But here's the way to maximum points, you'll do it without trying
Ten points for a razor scooter, double if it's not a kid

Smash a Pumpkin, kill a Heidi, celebrity's worth a fiver
Hit anyone on Reality TV, call it 'Non-Survivor'
Three points for a pagan worshipper, four if they go to heaven
Five for a World Business Leader, plus six for S Eleven

There's no point to this world, let's make that clear
But you can leave your mark, on a smaller sphere
Tell the cops 'He just came out of nowhere'

One point for road rage tailgaiters
Two for custom license platers
Three for the Beamer driving ponce
Four for a limo full of debutantes
Five for the re-made retro classic
Six for the original while we're at it
Seven if it's open-top red and sporty
Bonus if the driver's over forty
Eight for bumper-sticker teasers
Remember to honk if you love Jesus
We must observe equal opportunity
Put the pedal to the metal and hit everybody.