Sign says sixty, you drive forty
Can't say it's for safety-y
That's what the limit's there for, dimwit
If you're low on gas, fill it
Going fast won't net you Grand Theft Auto stars
Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm, hmm, hmm, I ha-ate slow ca-ars

Don't care if you're an old bugger
Or some paranoid L-plate-er
This trip shouldn't be an all-nighter
Makin' it one, old blighter
And there's two of you so cha-anging lanes is barred
Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm, hmm, hmm, I ha-ate slow ca-ars

Damn these slow cars
All up in my fa-ace
And what annoys me much more
They slow down when turning, mate
That's just too fa-ar, speed up your a-a-a-a-arse
Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm, hmm, hmm, I ha-ate slow ca-ars

These slow drivers get on my pecs
Clog the road with their anti-ics
Not askin' them to full-on book it
This was covered in the learner's booklet
Five k's below or under the limit's the mark
Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm, hmm, hmm, I ha-ate slow ca-ars
Come on, move!

Come on, speed up (move it, speed up)
So long I-I-I've wai-aite-ed (too long I've waited)
The radio has stopped its natter
It's actually playing music!

God, I hate slow cars
It ain't just me, ma-ate
There's pissed-off trucks and cars galore
Stuck behind me, not okay
So stop this fa-arce, you damn old fa-a-a-a-art
Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm, hmm, hmm, and mo-ove your ca-ar
Hmm, hmm, hmm-mmm, hmm, hmm, really hate these slow cars