GET IN THE CAR! 



Road Rage 

My knuckles are white and my face is bright red 

Road Rage 

Doing 65 on a suped-up moped 

Road Rage 

Is that you that gave me the finger? 

Road Rage 

How come you won't turn off your blinker? 



You shouldn't drive like that 

I got a baseball bat 

You're gonna get it 

You're gonna get it 



Roll down your window and see 

There's a psycho in your rear view mirror (It's me) 



Road Rage 

If honking my horn don't get your attention 

Road Rage 

I'll stick my fist up your ass like my name was Jim Hensen. 



My blood is boiling 

Your car's annoying 

I'm gonna get ya 

I'm gonna get ya 



Don't flash your high beams at me 

You wouldn't like it when I'm angry you see 



I got the Road Rage! 



Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba 

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ah 



What's that 

I step on my gas 

And pass your ass 

'Gonna check you out while you do your hair 

You're driving around like you just don't care 



I got the road ra-ye-ya-ye-ya-ye-ya-age 



So chill 

Get off my grill 

You drive too fast 

I'll make you crash!