WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DRIVE

Copyright © 2005 Van Wood

 

 

 

Excuse me if you please and even if you don’t

I’ve been wondering where you ever learned to drive

It may seem odd that I should asked you, but on the highway when I passed you

I wondered how you ever could survive

 

Now when I pulled into this parking lot, behold, you followed me!

Sure enough, you picked the spot right next to mine.

And although it took a while, by making u-turns in the aisle

You finally ended up between the lines.

 

Congratulations should be said that you're alive not dead

For the way drive just puts me in a shudder.

How you swerve and weave and stop makes me wish I were a cop

You remind me of a ship without a rudder.

 

Pardon me if I don’t tender thanks for your dent in my fender

But alas it’s time for us to say goodbye

And if you would be so kind,

Please don’t follow me behind

If you do I think that I will l will have to fly

 

 

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