Blow ’em Away

Every morning I commute
Mild mannered man in a business suit
I want to get home at the end of my day
But there are all these other cars in my way
I pull up behind one...pull out my pistol...
And I blow ‘em away

I’m driving my car & I want to go fast
But there’s a slow car...won’t let me pass
I flash my lights & I honk my horn
I have to consider him warned
I pull up behind him...pull out my pistol...
And I blow ‘em away

Jesse James behind the wheel
It’s high noon in my automobile
You can call me crazy...you can call me sick
Just let me get where I’m going to quick

Son-of-a-bitch...he cut me off
Three whole lanes he cut across
Made me mad...made me swerve
Son-of-a-bitch, he got what he deserved
I pulled up behind him...pulled out my pistol...
I blew him away

Motorcycle driving between
The backed up traffic...right between the lanes
Y’know, to me...that’s an act of war
I saw him coming...I opened my door
Knocked him over...pulled out my pistol...
And I blew him away

Jesse James behind the wheel
It’s high noon in my automobile
You can call me crazy...you can call me sick
Just let me get where I’m going to quick

Little red sports car...flying past
Made me jealous...he went so fast
I gave him the finger...I thumbed my nose
Took me fifty miles for me to get close enough
To pull up behind him...pull out my pistol...
And blow ‘em away

Little old lady...bless her heart
Walking her poodle across the boulevard
It was wearing a red knitted sweater and a red knitted hat
Its name was Fifi...or something stupid like that
I said, “Here Fifi”...pulled out my pistol...