Boom Box Car Lyrics

-- 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