That SOB in That SUV
by Greg Englesson
I was driving down the highway in my hybrid
munching on my lunch of tofu mayo and bread
I got off at the exit and I sat at the light
I couldn’t read the sign due to obstructed sight
that SOB in that SUV....right in front of me I could not see
that SOB in that SUV....right in front of me I could not see
I rolled down my window, stuck me head out to look
that gas sucking sucker roared shook and booked
I got a face full of mud and a breath of exhaust
I followed fast in my silence until I got lost
that SOB in that SUV....right in front of me I could not see
that SOB in that SUV....right in front of me I could not see
I wanted to give that big guy a piece of my mind
I put the petal to the medal and lagged a mile behind
saw that SOB guzzle fuel at the station
I pulled in and got out in my trepidation
that SOB in that SUV....right in front of me I could not see
that SOB in that SUV....right in front of me I could not see
I tapped on the tinted window ready to fight
it came on down with a surprise to my sight
a 99 year old lady with a fist full of cash
said, “ fill up my second tank sonny, with premium gas “
That weren’t no SOB in that SUV.... just a little old lady you could not see.
That weren’t no SOB in that SUV.... just a little old lady you could not see.