Paul Barrere Yes you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobile Yeah you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobile It's so amplified. ain't no wonder why your paint's begun to peel Now I'd love to see you lose the keys to that menace on four wheels It's either you or me if its me you see I'll jus' cop the plea. And those sub woofers hammerin' they're givin' my head a pain hey judge. I'm insane I'm sore insane You and your boom box car You and your boom box car Ya gone and drove me too far With your boom box car With all this rap dap 'o' lappin' and those bass drums a flappin At a million and twenty dee bees But what has got me so mad is when you tell me oh dad It's got my eyeballs bleadin' and my eardrums pleadin' I'm beggin' mercy, please, please, please Ya 'bout as square as you can be Give up the keys Would ya think I's neater if I blew out your tweeters With this 12 guage across my knees With your boom box car You and your boom box car You and your boom box car Ya gone and drove me too far You know that back in my day we'd drive our Chevrolets And take our dates way up on Blueberry Hill Well they start about a quarter 'til" And with very straight faces say "the submarine race But now you and your clowns just like to ride around town And the only thing bangin' in your station wagon Is the beat bouncin' off your head With you volume knobs at ten Ya might be brain dead soon be stone deaf From your boom box car Yes your boom box car You gone and drove me too far In your boom box car.
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