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.