Control Your Pep Pep

Need to run some errands and I'm stuck behind a car and it's moving at a turtle's pace

Can't see a driver's head about the seat, it's drifting all over the place

Pass the car on the left and I take a look to my right

You've got a thousand yard stare, mouth agape, and fully glazed over eyes

Fade the fuck right out

Get off the street

Give up the keys

Control your Pep Pep

Old man, take a look at my fucking life and see I'm not a thing like you

Turn in the plates

Pump the brakes

You are a danger and a threat to our society

Control your Pep Pep

Liver spotted prune and a fatal liability

Watch your step

The fog of age has crept into your mind and it won't fucking stop

Hearing aids, cataracts, all of your reflexes are completely shot

Fade the fuck right out of my life

Get off the street

Give up the keys

Control your Pep Pep

Twilight of your life is here, you've had a good run, what's fucking left to do?

Turn in the plates

Pump the brakes

Give. Up. Give Up The Keys!