When you're nearly hit by a yuppie little twit
With 'is godforsaken noggin on the phone
Swervin' in the rain goin' ninety in the rain
In a could of Amaretto and cologne
You feel the anger in you go to work
Maybe now's the time to go berserk
Before you pop a vessel let the speculator wrestle
With another way of lookin' at the jerk

Maybe he's a shrink with a patient on the brink
& he rushing there while tryin' to talk him down
Maybe he's aware there's a toxin in the air
and he's off to warn the people of the town
Someone in the family could be sick
his daughter hit his mother with a brick
His dog has got the rabies
or his wife is having babies
Though the odds are in your favor he's a prick.

-- Lou & Peter Berryman