Car crash

The only thing in my car I use is the steering-wheel
I only make it stop and start to make the tires squeeeel
I never signal my intentions, you'll have to read my mind
I never even glance around me, I might as well just close my eyes

Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way
I shouldn't have a license!

My mild-mannered friendly self gets turned around
When I hop inside my car and drive across town
I never stop at red lights, I don'y obey no traffic signs
And I'll run your ass right off the road if it saves me a little time

Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way
I shouldn't have a license!

You're shaving precious seconds off my time
I think I own the road!