Lirama

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refrain:
Damn, this traffic jam, how I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn, this traffic jam, time I get home my supper be cold
Damn, this traffic jam.

Well, I left my office at five o'clock fifteen minutes to go three blocks
Just in time to stand in line with the freeway looking like a parking lot

refrain

Well, I almost had a heart attack
Looking in the rear-view mirror
Saw my face movin in for combat
With the man in the rear-view mirror
'Bout to have a heart attack, I said

refrain

Now when I die, don't want no coffin
Thought about it all too often
Just slap me in behind the wheel and bury me in my automobile

refrain

One mile two mile three mile four mile five mile six mile seven miles eight miles

Lord get me out this traffic jam!