Boy racer, how you stare at me
with your eyes on the road.
Seems to be impossible,
why are you such a toad?
Your bony face aggressive
as you pass me in your car.
With your eyes out the window,
how did you get this far?
Your eyes should be on the road
not staring passer’s by.
We need permission to be here
I have a question, ‘Why?’
Oh pretty please, yes here I stand,
no, you don’t know me.
I hold a stranger’s license,
so now, will you let me be?
For God’s sake just stop staring,
you are getting on my nerves.
It’s a wonder you don’t crash your car
when speeding round those curves.
