I can drive now with ease
All the way into town
Without being jeopardized
By some slow moving clown

My car's in the parking lot
Close to the market
And I don't walk miles
After I park it

The isles are clear
The checkouts are open
Blessed relief
Till October I'm hoping

Each year they come
And each year they go
But they're hazardous to your health
Cause they drive too **** slow

When you least expect it
They pull out in front of you
Just gawking and talking
Enjoying the view

A car, an RV
Or a trailer that's towed
To them it seems
They're alone on the road

Sometimes I wonder
And that's no jive
Just how in the hell
They got here alive

By my father Robert Bennett