It seems every time we're driving down the Trans-Canada #1
The traffic's growing worse everyday
But it doesn't really help when there's a bozo at the wheel
Slowing down cutting people off
I don't think it's funny
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
It never fails getting on
There's always something going wrong
A lot of cars a lot of smog (Well, not as much as L.A.)
It's pretty hazy when a blowout in a tire
Becomes such a big desire for idiots to watch, slow down
It makes me crazy
Think you know how I feel
What I need is a new automobile
Like the game spyhunter I could enjoy
Anyone who would annoy set the missiles seek and destroy
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
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Gob - License From A Cereal Box Lyrics
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It seems every time we're driving down the Trans-Canada #1
The traffic's growing worse everyday
But it doesn't really help when there's a bozo at the wheel
Slowing down cutting people off
I don't think it's funny
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
It never fails getting on
There's always something going wrong
A lot of cars a lot of smog (Well, not as much as L.A.)
It's pretty hazy when a blowout in a tire
Becomes such a big desire for idiots to watch, slow down
It makes me crazy
Think you know how I feel
What I need is a new automobile
Like the game spyhunter I could enjoy
Anyone who would annoy set the missiles seek and destroy
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
The traffic's growing worse everyday
But it doesn't really help when there's a bozo at the wheel
Slowing down cutting people off
I don't think it's funny
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
It never fails getting on
There's always something going wrong
A lot of cars a lot of smog (Well, not as much as L.A.)
It's pretty hazy when a blowout in a tire
Becomes such a big desire for idiots to watch, slow down
It makes me crazy
Think you know how I feel
What I need is a new automobile
Like the game spyhunter I could enjoy
Anyone who would annoy set the missiles seek and destroy
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
Hit the gas, hit the brakes
In the traffic jam, I think I'm late for work
You got your license from a cereal box
You don't know how to drive, you're just a f*cking jerk
Writer: THEO GOUTZINAKIS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management