A bit too late
For the meeting that I'd scheduled.
I have no hope.
Staring thru my windshield at the stoplight's glow,
Oh, I'm cursing cuz the traffic's much too slow.
I had to stop.
There goes my mileage.

I've been stalled.
There's anger that I'm fighting.
I'm stunned and so irate.
I have to see my dentist--dentists cause much pain.
He'll gas me and then drill right thru my brain.
I had to stop.
There goes my mileage.

My block is sludged,
And my oil is running short.
There's leaking from my battery.
My tires have little rubber, they're squealing as I slide.
If I ever budge, I prob'ly will collide.
I had to stop.
There goes my mileage.

I get these looks
From the local dweebs who detest me.
I am seein' middle fingers.
Riding to my doom, caged within my gloom,
My clutch is gummed; it's so too much for me.
I had to stop.
There goes my mileage.

And I'm stopped for a train,
As the miles of cars creep by.