Driving, you're no better than a drunk, So ask yourself, do you feel lucky punk? Your attention, should be focused on the road, You're like a time bomb, waiting to explode You're important, or that's what you claim, But to call you, someone would have to be lame Because you're a danger, to all that you see, You should hang up, and listen to me I know to keep in touch makes you feel more alive But when you're on the highway and you're going 35 You can make the call when you arrive It's time for you to hang up and drive Car phone, a license to kill, You're a big spender, how high is your bill? From talking, you've got nothing to gain Except cancer, a tumor in your brain It's just gossip, diarrhea of the mouth So pick a lane, you can go north, you can go south You're clueless, you don't know what's up.