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DOUBLE YELLOW LINES - YOU CAN'T PARK THERE!
(big rock riff)
I see you park (DOUBLE YELLOW LINES)
You can't park there
It's not fair, sucka
You raise my hair
As well as my hackles
I got the right mind, to give you smackles
Don't think that's an early morning cartoon, or a breakfast cereal
This is real-ly yo,
Look son, you better respect the right and rules of the road safety gang
Else you'll be driving in Uz-bek-i-stan
Suckah! (fade vocal to chorus)
DOUBLE YELLOW LINES - YOU CAN'T PARK THERE!
YOU JUST CAN'T DO IT
(Kazoo solo)
YOU CANNOT PARK THERE - IT'S NOT ALLOWED!
I'LL NEVER LET YOU PARK ON MY DOUBLE YELLOW LINES
Third world countries
don't got these problems
driving in ditches and dirt tracks
not expensive!
But when you here
In this beautiful modern world
You better learn to respect the safety and the rules,
Better learn your highway code
H to the I to the G to the H
H-I
G-I!
Not like in the army
Talkin bout your cars, chump!
Don't go too fast over that hump!
H I G H
code to live your life by
Not like drugs, bitches and thugs
NO! Don't get tricked
(Xylophone + drum stutters)
Saw my mate, parked double yellow lines anee
got a ticket, missed the place in the queue he waited for! Got real mad, ee's a twat, shouldn't a done that, I said, ya shouln't a done that, I said
He didn't like that, not one bit, but I stuck to my guns of the road safety rules
"You gotta think about,
what you're doing,
you could get a shoeing
acting like this in other lesser road worthy countries of the world"
(Solo goes volume up up UP and... ROCK RIFF!)
DOUBLE YELLOW LINES, YOU CAN'T PARK THERE!
You can't park there, son
It's not your place
I see you park and I spray you with MACE
What are ya doin?
Don't neglect ya intellect yeah
Don't destroy our modern societyeee
You and all ya homies really tryin me
Well you better STOP
Cos my names Roger
Some people call me a dodger
But that ain't true,
And I ain't jammy,
I never saw the video of Tommy and Pammy,
I'm a FUCKING pirate of the great seven seas with a parrot on my shoulder
Pretty Polly drop a boulder
On your mother fucking car
HAR HAR HAR
and a bottle of rum, we look at you like scum
And you are
Twat
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