I’m making my way down
Pennant Hills Road, watching my life disappear
There are seventy-four
B-double trucks, all chugging along in third gear
Three lanes of traffic
crawling along, is this the busiest road in the state
Four wheel drives that have
never seen dirt, and drivers who don’t indicate
The rain it is pouring as we
wait for the lights, I’m lucky, I don’t have to drive
I couldn't do this every day of my life, I really just could not survive
Every ten yards we stop for a
bit, then we wait at the lights for a while
I can’t see much ahead but
I’ll bet you a beer, it’s like this mile after mile
I wonder sometimes at the
skill of some folk, well, skill’s probably not the right word
Did that bloke turn up for
his driving exam, does he know I think he’s a turd
Cutting across he does not
indicate, I don’t think that he even looked
Cuts two lanes to
advance one car in the line, I’d pay money to see him get booked
The Pennant Hills car park it
is almost full, it’s an hour since we left our abode
And there’s a sign up ahead
telling us all, there’s an accident just up the road
We’re so nearly there I can
feel the relief, a few more minutes we’ll be free of this pain
But wait, there’s a prang in
the very next lane, shit, it’s starting all over again
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