A man on his own in a car br Is revenging himself on his wife; br He open the throttle and bubbles with dottle br and puffs at his pitiful life br br She's losing her looks very fast, br she loses her temper all day; br that lorry won't let me get past, br this Mini is blocking my way. br br 'Why can't you step on it and shift her! br I can't go on crawling like this! br At breakfast she said that she wished I was dead- br Thank heavens we don't have to kiss. br br 'I'ld like a nice blonde on my knee br And one who won't argue or nag. br Who dares to come hooting at me? br I only give way to a Jag. br br 'You're barmy or plastered, I'll pass you, you bastard- br I will overtake you. I will! ' br As he clenches his pipe, his moment is ripe br And the corner's accepting its kill.