This is sung to the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in the fast lane,
no escape in a mile or three.
Open your eyes, look up in the mirr'r and see.
I'm only sixteen; I don't know how to driveBecause I'm little fast, little slow;
little far, little close.
Anywhere the road goes, doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama, got my permit. Went to class and drove a lot.
Scared the class and that one cop.
Mama, I have just begun.
So take me out and help me learn to drive
Mama, Oooooooo, didn't mean to make you scream.
If you're OK can we go out tomorrow, driving on, driving on.
Because driving really matters
Too late, I took the turn.
Sent shivers through the frame.
Tires squealing all the time.
Goodbye everybody, we've got to go.
Gotta drive my mother to the grocery store.
Mama, Oooooooo, (anywhere the road goes) I don't wanna fail.
I sometimes think I'll never learn how to drive.
What are you doing? You almost hit that van!
You must stop! You must stop!
Don't you see the light changing?
Screeching tires and honking; very very frightening me!
Use your signal, use your signal, use your signal,
use your signal, use your signal 'fore you go! Before you goooo!
I'm a new driver, I don't know what I'm doing
He's a new driver he don't know what he's doing.
Out of his way is the best place to be.
Can I go? Can I go? It looks clear to me.
Turn right now- No! Who said that you could go – let him go
Turn left now - Who said that you could go - let him go
Go straight now - Who said that you could go - let me go
Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me goooooo!
Go, no, go, no, go, no, go!
O Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go!
The car's in gear and I'm ready to drive away, away, away!
So you think you can drive now whereever we go!
I don't care what you think; you can't drive in the snow.
Oh baby. Once you were my small baby.
Soon you'll drive out-soon you'll drive right outta here.
Oooooooo! Oooo Yeah! Oooo Yeah!Soon I will be driving, anyone can see.
Once I leave the driveway, I can go where I want to be.
Anywhere the road goes...
1 comment:
You're either channeling Freddy Mercury, Weird Al, or a combination of the two. Makes me glad that I am living in Belgium where kids have to be 18 before they can learn to drive. Although this too must come to an end and then we will be singing that song.
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