OI, you, white van man,
Speeding your way around this land,
Slow the hell up, and breathe in the air,
It's just a delivery, you will get there.
Hey, you, little boy racer,
Tearing along roads,trying to impress her,
You won't look so cool, strapped into a chair,
And your girl travels round with the guy who played fair.
Look, mum, please take your time,
So what if the kids don't get to school until nine,
I mean, surely arriving there late, but intact,
Is better than coming home in a box, think of that!.