S.U.V.

      
 

S. U. V.
Bane of my existence
S. U. V.
How can I avoid it?
S.U.V.

Its got tires two feet high
And a menacing face
Big silver teeth
Poised for the race

When it blocks out all your view
You can't see what's ahead
Get in its way
Might leave you dead

S. U. V.
Bane of my existence
S. U. V.
How can I avoid it?
S.U.V.

Kids with no experience
Play it like it's a toy
Folks good to him
Gun for a boy

We can only have a hope
Men in blue can stop him
Speeding away
Crime on a whim

As you multiply like a rabbit
America's bad habit
Keep your distance

S. U. V.
Bane of my existence
S. U. V.
How can I avoid it?
S.U.V.

Can you see NO!
Then it  must be another
S. U. V.
And another, and another, and another
S. U. V.
And another S. U. V.

Or maybe a hummer
Or mini van
Driven by a soccer mom

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