Traffic Jam

Traffic Jam
Damn this traffic jam,
How I hate to be late,
It hurts my motor to go so slow.
Damn this traffic jam,
Time I get home my supper'll be cold,
Damn this traffic jam.

Well I left my job
About five o'clock,
It took fifteen minutes
To go three blocks,
Just in time
To stand in line
With a freeway looking
Like a parking lot.
Damn this traffic jam,
How I hate to be late,
It hurts my motor to go so slow.
Damn this traffic jam,
Time I get home my supper'll be cold,
Damn this traffic jam.
Now I almost had
A heart attack,
Looking in my rear view mirror,
I saw myself
The next car back,
Looking in the rear view mirror,
About to have
A heart attack, I said,
Damn this traffic jam,
How I hate to be late,
It hurts my motor to go so slow.
Damn this traffic jam,
Time I get home my supper'll be cold,
Damn this traffic jam.
Now when I die
I don't want no coffin,
I thought about it
All too often.
Just strap me in
Behind the wheel
And bury me with
My automobile.
Damn this traffic jam,
How I hate to be late,
It hurts my motor to go so slow.
Damn this traffic jam,
Time I get home my supper'll be cold,
Damn this traffic jam.
Damn.

Now I used to think
That I was cool
Running around
On fossil fuel,
Until I saw
What I was doing
Was driving down
The road to ruin.