David Wilcox - Blow 'Em Away Lyrics
Every morning, I commute.Mild-mannered man. In a business suit.When I wanna come home at the end of my dayThere's all these other cars stacked up in my way.I pull up behind onePull out my pistolBlow 'em awayWhen I'm driving my car I wanna go fastBut there's this slow car, won't let me passI flash my lights. I honk my horn.Well.... I have to consider him warned.I pull up behind himPull out my pistolBlow 'em awayJesse James behind the wheelIt's high noon in my automobileYou call me crazy,You call me sickYeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quickSon of a *****, he cut me off.Three whole lanes he pulled acrossMade me mad. Made me swerve.Son of a ***** got what he deserved.I pulled up behind himPulled out my pistolBlew 'em away.Oh, look He's splittin' lanes, if you know what I meanThis cuttin' in line that's an act of warI saw him comin'. I opened my door.Knocked him overPulled out my pistolBlew 'em awayJesse James behind the wheelIt's high noon in my automobileYou call me crazy,You call me sickYeah, I got to get to where I'm going to quickLittle ol' lady, bless her heart.She's walkin' her poodle 'cross the boulevard.It was wearin' a red knit sweater, little knitted hatProbably named "Fifi" or somethin' stupid like that!I say, "Here Fifi"Pulled out my pistolBlew it away
