Drive Through Miami

Outside the cars are honking
and drivers are screaming (beep!) you.
I think it's lovely weather
for a drive through Miami with you.

The thermostat says eighty
but it feels like it's ninety two.
Let's blast that air conditioner
before we set out on our cruise.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Let's go!"
They drive too damn slow.
'Round here they can't even blame it on snow.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!
Damnit!"
These pieces of shit
don't know how to drive worth a crap in their luxury cars.
Damnit!

The fender benders
slow traffic and clutter the roads' shoulders.
Our view of cars is hindered
by gas guzzling boulders.

We'd take the road before us
if there wasn't gridlock traffic.
Of course we might be moving
if it wasn't for that business prick.

That prick crashed into a Lexus three miles ahead,
and a passenger in a Nova's been left for dead.
There's a BMW smashed like tin foil on some concrete,
and we're all roasting under the Miami heat.

Heat! Heat! Heat!

Our car's got steam rising out the hood reaching sky high.
Now today I lack my water, and I wonder why.
Let's pull this beast over and call for help; we have no time to cry.
I'll stay with the car while you get some water, and we may survive.

Outside the cars are honking
and drivers are screaming (beep!) you.
I think it's lovely weather
for a drive through Miami with you.

The thermostat says eighty
but it feels like it's ninety two.
Let's blast that air conditioner
before we set out on our cruise.

Outside the cars are honking
and drivers are screaming (beep!) you.
I think it's lovely weather
for a drive through Miami with you.