Drivin' and Talkin'

Drivin’ in my Tahoe
Talking on my cell phone,
Trying to make a left turn,
In this busy traffic.

So I’ll just light up a Marlboro
And take a sip of coffee,
And switch my radio station,
I’m really running late.

I’m in the intersection
With my phone and cig in one hand,
And the wheel in the other
Hey that jerk just cut me off.

So I let go of the wheel,
And give the guy the finger,
Say I’m sorry in my cell phone,
For cursing at that knucklehead.

As long as my smoke is up here,
I think I’ll take a drag,
And I’ll grab hold of the wheel,
And try to finish my left turn.

Oh wait, I still have coffee,
I really hate this song,
I should find that CD in the console,
I think I’ll call my mom.