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Damn this traffic jam
How I hate to be late
It hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
(The) time I get home my supper'll be cold
Damn this traffic jam

Well I left my job about 5 o'clock
It took fifteen minutes go three blocks
Just in time to stand in line
With a freeway looking like a parking lot

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Now I almost had a heart attack
Looking in my rear view mirror
I saw myself (in) the next car back
Looking in the rear view mirror
'Bout to have a heart attack
I said

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Now when I die I don't want no coffin
I've thought about it all too often
Just strap me in behind the wheel
And bury me with my automobile

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Damn...

Now I used to think that I was cool
Running around on fossil fuel
Until I saw (that) what I was doing
Was driving down the road to ruin