The Costco Song

I don’t have to use my blinker

I don’t have to let you know I’m about to turn

Some other, direction

The way I drive, is cause for concern

I spin my tires in the parking lot

Just because, I like to smell ‘em burn

But on the endless commute to your job

If you follow me, you’ll be late for work

I hate traffic more than you do

I don’t believe, in zipper lanes

I just wanna get where I’m going

Get out of my way

I take two spots at Costco

The ones right up, by the front door

But don’t worry, there’s more I can do

To piss you off, just a little bit more

Like when I walk out with my groceries

And I stroll down the middle of the road

As I hold up, all the traffic

The look on your face, is solid gold

I hate traffic more than you do

I don’t believe, in zipper lanes

I just wanna get where I’m going

Get out of my way

Out of my way

Sometime today

What do you say?

And the last thing that I’ll mention

This is the last, thing I’ll say

Don’t pace the car to the right of you

When you’re driving, in the fast lane