Damn blinkin' light, (Turn, Turn, Turn)
On is his signal, (Turn, Turn, Turn)
For six blocks his light's been flashin', this makes seven!

Each minute one's born, some damn old guy..
Why can't they learn - to drive a car
The urge to kill, road rage I feel
Behind his ass, this traffic creep..

Around, can't swing, (Turn, Turn, Turn)
On right, no squeezin' (Turn, Turn, Turn)
Here's my finger, right in fashion, up yours, Kevin!

A time for swearin', a time to be steamed
A time to yell, a time to scream
Time to wish I was stoned, a time to go get stoned,
Whatever!

To Twinkler Al, (Turn, Turn, Turn)
Me, you'll be pleasin' (Turn, Turn, Turn)
Where the Hell, is this guy turnin', into Heaven?

No time for love, a time to hate
Ten blocks, now, scored.. when will it cease!
That yellow line in place, and so I must go on just chasing

Light's still blinking, (Turn, Turn, Turn)
To his rearview, flip (Bird, Bird, Bird)
Guess it takes all kind of drivers, under Heaven...

Fin'lly he turns - by the courthouse
I'm parking, too - this is my stop
He exits car - dressed in a robe
Oh My God! - and I'm here for traffic court..