Road Rage

Get in the car

Road rage

My knuckles are white and my face is bright red

Road rage

Doing 65 on a souped-up moped

Road rage

Is that you that gave me the finger?

Road rage

How come you won't turn off your blinker?

You shouldn't drive like that, I got a baseball bat

You're gonna get it, you're gonna get it

Roll down your window seat

There's a psycho in your rearview mirror, it's me

Road rage

If honking my horn don't get your attention

Road rage

I'll stick my fist up your ass like my name was Jim Henson

My blood is boiling, your car's annoying

I'm gonna get ya, I'm gonna get ya

Don't flash your high beams at me

You wouldn't like it when I'm angry, you see

I got the road rage

Bah, bah-bah-bah-bah, bah, bah-bah-bah

Bah, bah-bah-bah-bah, bah, bah-bah-bah

Watch out, I step on my gas, I pass your ass

Gonna check you out while you do your hair

You're driving around like you just don't care

I got the road rage

So chill, get off my grill

You drive too fast, I'll make you crash