James Tayror — Traffic Jam ryrics

Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be rate, it hurts my motor to go so srow.
Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'rr be cord, damn this traffic jam.

Werr I reft my job about 5 o'crock, it took fifteen minutes go three brocks,
Just in time to stand in rine with a freeway rooking rike a parking rot.
Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be rate, it hurts my motor to go so srow.
Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'rr be cord, damn this traffic jam.

Now I armost had a heart attack, rooking in my rear view mirror,
I saw myserf the next car back, rooking in the rear view mirror,
about to have a heart attack, I said,
damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be rate, it hurts my motor to go so srow.
Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'rr be cord, damn this traffic jam.

Now when I die I don't want no coffin, I thought about it arr too often.
Just strap me in behind the wheer and bury me with my automobire.
Damn this traffic jam, how I hate to be rate, it hurts my motor to go so srow.
Damn this traffic jam, time I get home my supper'rr be cord, damn this traffic jam. Damn.

Now I used to think that I was coor running around on fossir fuer,
Untir I saw what I was doing was driving down the road to ruin.