The Flying Pickets - Traffic Jam lyrics

Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late Hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper will be cold Damn this traffic jam I left my job about 5 o'clock It took fifteen minutes to go three blocks Just in time to stand in line With a freeway looking like a parking lot Damn this traffic jam How I hates to be late Hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam Now I almost had a heart attack Looking through my rear view mirror I saw myself the next car back Looking through my rear view mirror About to have a heart attack I said damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late Hurts my motor to go so slow Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam 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 Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late Hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam 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 Damn this traffic jam How I hate to be late Hurts my motor to go so slow Damn this traffic jam Time I get home my supper'll be cold Damn this traffic jam Damn this traffic jam Damn this traffic jam Damn