In My Way
I hate a stick shift, it gets in my way.
For drinking & driving it blows every day.
I canít use my cell phone, I canít eat my meals.
Iíll go automatic on my next set of wheels.
I hate religion, it gets in my way.
For shucking & jiving it blows every day.
I canít chase the ladies, I canít cheat & lie.
Iím going agnostic til the day that I die.
The world is filled with many things
That tend to piss me off
Like the doc who says youíre fine
But touch your toes and coughÖ
I hate the minivan, gets in my way
The people who drive Ďem, they blow every day.
They donít use their signals, they canít really drive.
Iíll drive me a semi, take me out 4 or 5Ö.
The world is filled with so many things
That tend to get my goat.
Like the guy out on the lake
Who canít even drive a boatÖ
I hate my day job. It gets in the way
Of pickiní and singiní. It blows every day.
I canít grab my guitar whenever I likeÖ.
Iíll win me the lotto, tell Ďem all take a hike.
But I love my sweetie, she gives me my way
For laughiní and loviní she blows every day.
I canít live without her, I donít even try
Iím going with my baby to the sweet by and by.
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