Jerry Velona

Lyrics

Hey now pal, stop flipping me off
Just trying to get to work on time
Tick tock ticking in your head so loud
The faster you pedal, won’t get you no medal

You’re pushin’ to the head of the line - All the time
Stewing in your salty brine – tastes real fine
Do us all a favor and stay in your lane
You’re dressed to kill and driving me insane

And you think you’re so cute, in your tight little suit.
Yeah, you’re not so cute, in that tight little suit

Hey Miss America, it’s alright
It won’t be perfect every time
Stressin’bout a text from a second ago
You’re taking the bait, it can’t probably wait

“On your left” is all I hear, when you’re near
Your juicer broke from too much use; have a beer
You live near the beach but got no time for a tan
You’re lookin’ fantastic that’s all part of the plan

But you’re not so cute, in your tight little suit
No, you’re not very cute, in that tight little suit

Can’t you see we’re moving, way too fast
Rushing to the next thing, forgetting the past.

And we’re not so cute, in our tight little suits
No, no – we’re not very cute, in our tight little suits
Time to reboot

© Jerry Velona 2016, All rights reserved, Christopher Robin Music BMI