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Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
So I left my job 'bout five o' clock
Fifteen minutes to go three blocks
Just in time to stand in line
Freeway looking like a parking lot

Damn this traffic jam, how i hate to be late
Hurts my motor too go so slow
Time I get home my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
So I almost had a heartattack looking in a review mirror
Saw myself the next car back lookin' in the reveiw mirror About to have a heartattack

Said, damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Time I get home, my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
And when I die, I don't want no coffin
Thought about it all too often
Just strap me in behind the wheel
And bury me with my automobile

Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be late
Hurts my motor to go so slow
Damn this traffic jam
Time I get home my supper be cold
Damn this traffic jam
I use to think that I was driving around on fosil fuel
And then I found I was doing much driving down
Baby, I was driving down the road, just the road to ruin