Written and Performed by Edwin Galan on K-Town, 3am.

Verse 1:

The other day I saw you fly right pass me.

It looks to me as if you think you’re cool.

It didn’t matter that we’d all been waiting.

You drove around us cuz you’re such a tool.

Chorus 1:

I want to drive a car that goes fast.

I want to drive a Mercedes Benz.

I want to drive on toll-fee highways.

Driving on the freeway doesn’t make much sense.

Verse 2:

Might be coincidence but this is what I’ve seen.

Most drivers of a big-tall-truck are rude and mean.

I drive a big car too, but this you’ll never see.

Me parking on BLUE spaces that are not meant for me.

Chorus 2:

I want to drive a gasoline gussler.

I want to drive a big-tall-truck!

I want to park over multiple spaces.

I wonder what it’s like not to give a fuck.

Verse 3:

The concept of a zipper seems to escape your kind.

You must be some special, THAT’s just in your mind.

I wonder, “Where are you going?” that you’re driving so fast.

When you hit 88 you’ll wind up in the past.

Chorus 3:

I want to drive a car that goes fast.

I want to drive a Mercedes Benz.

I want to drive on toll-fee highways.

Driving on the freeway doesn’t make much sense.

I want to drive a gasoline gussler.

I want to drive a big-tall-truck!

I want to park over multiple spaces.

Then, I’ll know what it’s like not to give a fuck.