My dear "Too Near" truck driver, it is with much disdain
And aggravation that I don't welcome you today. Instead I invite you to bug off, let me drive my own car at my own pace on this wide open Interstate...thank you!

Be my gust! Be my gust!
I'll salute your passing dust,
Crank that eighteen wheeler up, my friend,
Your end in front's a must..
I will cheer..when you're there,
No more shining chrome to glare
Cruise more my way..on this highway
There's the passing lane, your byway
Go around, as you should,
Take from my rearview, your hood
On this 4 lane nothing's stopping you, so just..
Pass, to be specific,
That would be terrific,
Be my gust,
Out, please bust,
Be my gust!

Your Big Mack's
Huge and gray
My small Kia's your fillet,
Must be nursed, it has no burst
Of speed, I'm cursed,
What can I say..
I don't play..bumper tag..
Danger driving's not my bag
Keep your diesel weasel easin'
My clean underwear's the reason
Put your foot on the brake..
Let me hear the "swish" they make
I'm misplaced and you're in haste,
My nerves are bust..
So, c'mon zoom around
Create a vacuum sound,
And be my gust,
Be my gust,
You have trucker skills, I trust,
Be my gust !
Be my gust !
Be my gust !

I'm a sandwich, you're the crust
I can't play this game, today
It's sheer frustration, stress the "Frust"
Strip some gears, shift your rig
This is not my kind of gig
I'm about to lose my dinner,
Game of "Chicken"..you're the winner
You're still there, I'm still here
And my heart is filled with fear!
I'm the inner, be the outer,
Show your thrust..
We're flyin' down this hill,
I'm prayin' now, you will
Just be my gust!
Be my gust !
Be my gust !

No such luck, damn your truck!
You're the gun, and I'm the duck
Why me, Lord? The Kia's floored,
But on my bumper you're still stuck..
What a trip, woe is me
Facing sure calamity..
In my own sweat I am stewin'
We're a rabbit and a bruin
On my tail, you, I've got
Heaven sakes! An awful spot,
This would even vent..Clark Kent
With much disgust..
It's no way to be cool
I'm praying hard that you'll
Go by with gust..

Be my gust!
Be my gust!
Be my gust!

Be my gust!
Be my gust!
Be my gust!

Such a scary rumping
At my bumper, you're still humping
Low control, but somehow,
I keep rolling on..
Don't know why your ruse is bein' gooseful
My bumper needs no sticker placed upon..
Like a bull, you're lusting,
To move mode, please start adjusting
Can't see shaded eyes
You're probably on pills..
On my way to L. A. California,
Sun glares hot and hazy,
This push party drives me crazy..
Why won't you be a gust!
You can't hear, but you been cussed
Are you just, some macho nut actin' robust?
Hard to drive..feel at ease
Can't relax..enjoy the breeze,
I feel just like Dennis Weaver
In that film, "Duel"..a believer
Something's wrong..things ain't right
You're too close..stickin' tight
Face in the mirror, now I see, as I adjust..
My God !.. it's my Ex-wife!!!
We crash! it's my ex-life..
Flames!
Red dust!
Hell's wind must
Be my gust!
Be my gust!
Be my gust!