Yeah, hey
Huh

When you're drivin' in a ca-ar
You might get folks right up your a-arse, yeah
No, I don't mean lit'rally-y
That's just gross, no, what I mean, oh yeah
Is tailgaters, they're so nea-ear, hey
Ev'ry tiny pore is clea-ear, yeah

Friggin' creepin' cars, stop ridin' up my a-arse
Should know they should be-e not so damn close to me
Give my car room to brea-ea-eathe

Kind of an unwritten ru-u-ule
To leave one car's length of roo-oom, yeah
And why is that so, you clo-ot, yeah?
It's cause if I suddenly sto-o-p, yeah
You won't ram right up my bu-um, yeah
Yeah, and not in a way that's fun, yeah
We've all got places to go-o-o, yeah
But you don't need to be a schmoe, oh yeah, oh yeah
And be so close I ca-a-an see tee-eeth
Which, to be honest, really need a clean
So slow down, please, if you ca-an
And stop bein' such a twa-at

Bloody creepin' cars, keep ridin' up my a-arse
I don't need to see-ee your pimpled face, you freak
Bloody creepin' cars, still ridin' up my a-arse
Really hope you'll see-ee why you have gotta leave
Bloody creepin' cars, stop ridin' up my a-arse
Please stop bumpin' me-e, you're skippin' my CD

Creepin' cars, they follow me-e, like they get paid to be creeps
Creepin' cars, they need to see-ee how their actions feel to me
Creepin' cars, what if they see-ee a car up their rear end? Please?