I guess I am mad at Henry Ford
Whose better idea I've come to abhor
These are some things with much dissension
Directly evolved from his invention
Women drivers who leave home too early
Putting on make up while driving so squirrelly
Men who will pass you a dozen times
Following directions they have in their minds
Sitting at red lights getting sore in the saddle
The car's woofer beside you your windows now rattle
People on cell phones and eating their lunch
Driving cars with bumpers all crinkled and crunched
And don't forget grandma and granddad, oh no
Who can't see past the hood and drive ever so slow
Then there are kids who make hearts quickly pace
Thinking every journey is a Nascar race
Smelling the odor from cars never tuned
Billowing smoke like a chimney fume
What was so bad Mister Henry Ford?
With horse drawn buggies we all could afford!