Paul Barrere



Yes you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobile

Yeah you drivin' me crazy with your boom box automobile



Now I'd love to see you lose the keys to that menace on four wheels

It's so amplified... ain't no wonder why your paint's begun to peel

And those sub woofers hammerin' they're givin' my head a pain

It's either you or me if its me you see I'll jus' cop the plea...

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

It's got my eyeballs bleadin' and my eardrums pleadin'

I'm beggin' mercy, please, please, please

But what has got me so mad is when you tell me oh dad

Ya 'bout as square as you can be

Would ya think I's neater if I blew out your tweeters

With this 12 guage across my knees

Give up the keys



You and your boom box car

You and your boom box car

Ya gone and drove me too far

With your boom box car



You know that back in my day we'd drive our Chevrolets

And take our dates way up on Blueberry Hill

And with very straight faces say "the submarine race

Well they start about a quarter 'til"

But now you and your clowns just like to ride around town

With you volume knobs at ten

And the only thing bangin' in your station wagon

Is the beat bouncin' off your head

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