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SatNav Blues
She's a slim little baggage
Suspended from my windscreen
Very sexy voice
Oft heard, never seen.
Now turn left
She sternly utters
Good job she can't hear
My responsive mutters.
It's like a cliff side
I'm swearing in my throat,
This is a car
Not a mountain goat.
Took second gear
And we climbed at a crawl
Did she appreciate it??
Not at all, not at all.
Turn left now then
Immediately turn right,
Another chuffing great hill
Comes quickly into sight.
I chicken out and
Go straight on.
Just for a second
Her voice is gone.
Then turn the car around
Just as soon as you can
Her tone implying
You very stupid man.
I don't and she
Has to recalculate
And I keep on driving
As i patiently wait
For what seems like
A minute or two.
She gets her revenge
By diverting me through
A twisting turning
Narrow switchback
That surely is no more
Than a winding cart track.
There's a motorway sign!
Now I can make it without hitch
So i switch off my SatNav
And silence the bitch.
She's a slim little package
Very useful at times she's been.
So I leave her powered off,
Suspended from my windscreen.
Suspended from my windscreen
Very sexy voice
Oft heard, never seen.
Now turn left
She sternly utters
Good job she can't hear
My responsive mutters.
It's like a cliff side
I'm swearing in my throat,
This is a car
Not a mountain goat.
Took second gear
And we climbed at a crawl
Did she appreciate it??
Not at all, not at all.
Turn left now then
Immediately turn right,
Another chuffing great hill
Comes quickly into sight.
I chicken out and
Go straight on.
Just for a second
Her voice is gone.
Then turn the car around
Just as soon as you can
Her tone implying
You very stupid man.
I don't and she
Has to recalculate
And I keep on driving
As i patiently wait
For what seems like
A minute or two.
She gets her revenge
By diverting me through
A twisting turning
Narrow switchback
That surely is no more
Than a winding cart track.
There's a motorway sign!
Now I can make it without hitch
So i switch off my SatNav
And silence the bitch.
She's a slim little package
Very useful at times she's been.
So I leave her powered off,
Suspended from my windscreen.
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SatNav Blues
SatNav Blues