Artist: Irish Whip
Song: Asshole hits the road
Album: Yes Indeed

You're cruising down the ring
Feeling like a king
In your shiny Italian car
Blasting over the tar

You've got your fog lights on
In the brightly shining sun
They're shining red and blue
About driving you have no clue

Chorus:
Thou shalt not by phone communicate
Thou shalt keep distance from my license plate
Thou shalt not use thy lights in vain
Or else it's back to the driving school ... again

You're coming up behind me
Now you're glued onto my back
Your headlights nearly blind me
I should run you of the track

You're talking on the phone
You think you're all alone
You swerve from left to right
I guess you wanna fight