Idiot Road

All towns have a place
Where decent drivers are not safe
Where traffic law is touch and go Where the posted limit does not bind
And half the drivers seem to blind
And the other half is stupid, whoa, whoa, whoa
Well Billy-Bob and Bobby-Sue
And little Jimmy-Jerry and Betty-Boo
All know it’s dangerous to go Down on Idiot Road
Down on Idiot Road they drive real fast
They never put their signal on when they want to pass
They cut you off as they talk on their cell phones (Down on Idiot Road)
Granny’s doing thirty on the passing lane
The tailgater behind you got his bumper on your brain
Where people think that stop means go Down on Idiot Road
The guy beside you picking his nose
Starts running you off the road
You give him a honk and he gives you the finger
So you swerve into the passing lane
But the idiot is doing the same
And your turnoff’s coming up, whoa, whoa, whoa
So a three lane change you try to pull
When some guy on a bicycle
Puts his spandex butt where you need to go Down on Idiot Road
Down on Idiot Road they drive real fast
They never put their signal on when they want to pass
They cut you off as they talk on their cell phones (Down on Idiot Road)
Granny’s doing thirty on the passing lane
The tailgater behind you got his bumper on your brain
Where people think that stop means go Down on Idiot Road
Down on Idiot Road
Down on Idiot Road
Down on Idiot Road