Driving, you're no better than a drunk,
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so ask yourself, do you feel lucky punk?
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Your attention, should be focused on the road,
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you're like a time bomb, waiting to explode
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You're important, or that's what you claim,
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but to call you, someone would have to be lame
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Because you're a danger, to all that you see,
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you should hang up, and listen to me
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I know to keep in touch makes you feel more alive
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But when you're on the highway and you're going 35
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You can make the call when you arrive
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It's time for you to hang up and drive
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Car phone, a license to kill,
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you're a big spender, how high is your bill?
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From talking, you've got nothing to gain
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except cancer, a tumor in your brain
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It's just gossip, diarrhea of the mouth
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So pick a lane, you can go north, you can go south
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You're clueless, you don't know what's up.
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Hang Up And Drive
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Good Clean Fun |