You Can't Drive

You can't, you can't fucking drive
And you can't, you can't fucking drive

You cut me up in your BMW
Are you a mug mate? A fucking mug mate
You think you're clever in your Audi R8
But you're a mug mate, a fucking mug mate
You're doing 30 in the right hand lane
But you're a mug mate, a fucking mug mate
Fuck this shit, I should have taken the train
Cos I've been sitting here all fucking day

You can't, you can't fucking drive
Move out of the fucking way
You can't, you can't fucking drive
Where'd you get your licence from, fucking Disneyland

Are you blind in your Nissan Qashqai
Cos you're a mug mate, a fucking mug mate
Don't slow down, it's a fucking green light
You're a mug mate, a fucking mug mate
You indicated left, then you went and turned right
And you splatted that geezer on his motorbike

Cos you can't, you can't fucking drive
'Why are you running the red, you cunt
Now you can't, you can't fucking drive
Look out for the fucking zebra crossing
You can't, you can't fucking drive
Do you know what driving means, you silly bastard
You can't, you can't fucking drive
I don't know what to say, you're an A-class fuckwit

Oi, cunt
Oi, what are you fucking saying to me
Get out of my fucking way
You fucking ran in front of my car, you silly bastard
No I fucking didn't, you should have indicated, you cunt
I didn't need to indicate, it was on a straight fucking road
Did you not see that roundabout? you drove straight over it, you silly fucking fuck
It wasn't a roundabout, I don't see a roundabout
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about
It's down fucking Conan's way