It's a terrible drive when the clock strikes five and I'm a-comin' to a traffic jam ahead

Gettin' madder by the minute while I'm sittin' right in it at a traffic light that's always turnin' red

I'm a-honkin' my horn, cussin' up a storm 'cause you cut me off and passed me on the right

And you better not linger 'cause you're givin' me the finger so when we stop there'll be a fight

I'm in a road rage

On a rampage

Yeah, my neck's turnin' red and my foot's gettin' heavy on the gas

It's the last stage

Of an outrage

I'm a half a foot behind you so you better turn your wheel and let me pass

I'm startin' to worry, goin' nowhere in a hurry, and now my exit's comin' up ahead

Better move over, Rover, my temper's takin' over, 'cause you haven't heard a single thing I said

But if you wanna spar, step on out of that car and we'll have a nice friendly little chat

I'll hit your wheel hub with my golf club, and you'll reply with a baseball bat

I'm in a road rage

On a rampage

Yeah, my neck's turnin' red and my foot's gettin' heavy on the gas

It's the last stage

Of an outrage

I'm a half a foot behind you so you better turn your wheel and let me pass

I'm in a road rage

On a rampage

Yeah, my neck's turnin' red and my foot's gettin' heavy on the gas

It's the last stage

Of an outrage

I'm a half a foot behind you so you better turn your wheel and let me pass

Yeah, my neck's turnin' red and my foot's gettin' heavy on the gas

And you can answer me on back with your baseball bat