Open up and turn the tide
Because traffic has ruined my life
Cut me up and bleed me dry
Because traffic ruined my life
Seat back head up
Again
Bonnet, legs spread
Again
Sat behind the window
You see a glimpse
The wheel turns away
And that’s the best of it
A word from the frail to the wise
Steer clear of the roads my son
Cause traffic will ruin your life
The drought goes on
Through the ford and light is gone
Turn the tide before it’s done
Steer clear of the roads my son
Open up and turn the tide
Because traffic has ruined my life
Cut me up and bleed me dry
Because traffic ruined my life
Leaving town the only way to survive
When traffic comes
It ruins your life