Little Miss Road Rage
(Written 9/28/98, when I was a gas station/C-store cashier.
I'd get these latter-day yuppies-in-training who'd become so-SO
petulant
if I was a nano-second* too slow...it's done in an acidrock
minor mode,
with the bridge sliding into my own reggae-fried style...sometimes
ya jes'gotta get it offa yer chest - and, outa yer 'ead!)
Little Miss, Little Miss, Little Miss Road Rage!
Who Me?
Little Miss, Little Miss, Little Miss Road Rage!
Yeah, YOU...
With your plastic card, and your drastic hard
Driving attitude...
An excuse for your hate, you're always running late
Betcha tell that to every counter clerk...
You may be rich and cute, but you're still just a jerk!
Little miss....
With your missing link, and your hissing, mink
Stole wrapped, venting mood...
Who sold you a number?
Wake UP from your slumber!
Do your think you're too good to stand in a line?
Don't you understand? Grapes of Wrath make bitter
wine...
BRIDGE:
There's a face that will never speak smugly
As it rings so true, like a clarion bell
There's a face that will never look ugly
As it sings to you, it happens all in rhyme
There's a place where no one has to hurry
It's called paradise, where ALL Time's lovers dwell
It's a place where no one has to worry
If they should be nice, it happens all the time!
Little miss...
With your souped up car, and your cooped up heart
Sure are downright rude!
Rushing right past a clue to anything that is true...
How will you ever know that your moment's delay
Kept you from being in an accident today?
Repeat BRIDGE...
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