Traffic

I’m not stuck in traffic
I’m in the middle of a convoy
Of people throwing me a party
It’ll all be hale and hearty
We can’t wait to get it started
Any time

It must be a surprise
That’s why they avoid my eyes
Not to give the game away

I’m not stuck in traffic
It’s just a celebration
We’re causing consternation
All across the nation
At this time

We’ll celebrate our cars
The queue goes back to Mars
Everyone just wants to be involved

No, I’m not stuck in traffic
It’s a crazy conga line
Everybody’s feeling fine
Dance-driving on their mind
For today

The beeping sets the beat
For the tapping of our feet
Upon the brakes

I may be stuck in traffic

I may be stuck in traffic,
for a while

 

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