Lyrics:

Come on!
Move
fuckface
Make room for

It seems every time we're driving
Down the Trans-Canada Number 1
The traffic's growing worse everyday
But it doesn't really help
When there's a bozo at the wheel
Slowing down, cutting people off
I don't think it's funny

Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In a traffic jam
I think I'm late for work
Got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive
You're just a fucking jerk

It never fails getting on
There's always something going wrong
A lot of cars, a lot of smog
It's pretty hazy
When a blowout in a tire becomes such a big desire
For idiots to watch
Slow down
It makes me crazy

Think you know how I feel
What I need is a new automobile
Like the game 'Spy Hunter'
I could enjoy anyone who would annoy
Set the missiles, seek and destroy

Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In a traffic jam
I think I'm late for work
Got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive
You're just a fucking jerk
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In a traffic jam
I think I'm late for work
Got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive
You're just a fucking jerk