We're off to shop and there's one part that sets us off
It's well before we even reach the city
Ev'ryone's nerves set off by two simple words
Someone's gonna get hurt, it won't be pretty
Who drives?
Depends on who owns the car
That's fine
But where it gets shit

Wait, I'm callin' shotgun
Move, mate, I'm callin' shotgun
Fast pace, I'm callin' shotgun
It's stupid, lost all etiquette
Wait, the front seat is mine to take
Cause I said the magic phrase
I'm callin' shotgun
Must book it, not so elegant

No, don't you think that I'm above some dirty tricks
Watch for me and my sticks as they hit your knee
I know my lungs shouted much louder than yours, bud
And so it is my butt who's earned the front seat
It's mine
Want the room for my thighs
Nice try
With the rope now

Wait, I'm callin' shotgun
Move, mate, I'm callin' shotgun
Fast pace, I'm callin' shotgun
All scruples are irrelevant
Wait, what's that over there now, mate?
No distraction there, no way
I'm callin' shotgun
This bullshit is inveterate

I
Wonder if our brains are severed
At each other's necks whenever
Anybody goes wherever
Like, altogether

"Wait, I'm callin' shotgun
Move, mate, I'm callin' shotgun
Fast pace, I'm callin' shotgun"
Don't look like much intelligence
Made it inside our puny brains
To make such a violent race
Of callin' shotgun
Such fools to have no hesitance