I could see you was a wanker, coz I seen
the way you drove
When I saw you doing burnouts in your
street in Wattle Grove
You looked like such a dickhead as you
screamed around the bend
The poor bloke in the Beemer thought his
life was at an end
I could tell you was a tosser, from the
moment you turned right
The young girl in the Audi almost died of
bloody fright
As you drifted from the inside lane out in
front of her
At twenty two she thought she might be
needing a chauffeur
I was sure you were a nutjob when I saw
you on the phone
My only consolation – you were in your car
alone
As you thumbed out a message as you bolted down the road
My thoughts turned to your Mazda and the
hope it might explode
I knew you were an idiot when through the
stop sign you did fly
You hardly even slowed to look at what was
passing by
Your distracted concentration made you an
object to avoid
I s’pose it’s too much to hope for, that
you might be employed
I laughed my bloody head off as I saw you
by the road
Stopped there looking stupid, as the traffic past it flowed
Searching for your licence so you could
hand it to the cop
Who got you in a school zone doing 85 at three o’clock
I guess you lost your licence, six
demerit points accrued
You began with only four mate, “red P
plates to ya dude”
But I’m betting that won’t stop you, to
you the law’s an ass
Your mum thinks you’re an angel and your
girl thinks you’ve got class
But I was sure you were a menace when you
later passed me by
Your stereo went “boof, boof, boof” as you
glared me in the eye
But I’m safe inside my helmet, and I’ll
leave you at the lights
Coz I’m a Goldwing rider and you mate aren’t
that bright
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