I look out my car windshield
and what do I see?
Not too much.
There's a pickup in front of me.
It's gotta tall and wide camper
bolted onto the back.
Of course the windows are tinted
a opaque dark black.
My only view of the road is the brake lights.
They seem to be frequently applied.
I hope it's not the last thing
I see before I die.

But I won't get worried,
won't get shook up
It's just another A%*hole in a pick-up truck

Now the snow is melting
as I'm driving my car.
With all the road grime,
it's hard to see far.
As the winshield fluid runs out,
I start to get tenser.
Who cuts in front of me?
A mobile filth dispenser.
The pickup has four rear tires
all throwing up the slime.
I'll be driving blind
in a short amount of time.

But I won't get worried,
won't get shook up
It's just another A%*hole in a pick-up truck

So I'm on the freeway
expecting to go fast.
I get in the left lane
so I can safely pass
when for no reason,
a pick-up swerves in front of me
and then proceeds to drive
at exactly fifty-three.
I guess he's a vehicular vigilante
who thinks he should enforce the law.
This broke the camel's back.
This is the last straw.

So now I'm getting angry,
and very shook up
I'm about to kill the A%*hole in the pick-up truck.

(Fade out to a car-crash-sounding guitar solo)