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 5 o'clock
 It took fifteen minutes go three blocks
 Just in time to stand in line
 With a freeway looking like a parking lot
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 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
 'Bout to have a heart attack
 I said
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 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
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 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