Lyrics

Groovin' down the highway, def jams on the radio
Blastin' the p-funk and Sly and the Family Stone
Gotta see my baby, she lives the other side o' town
Traffic is a jammin' ahead, got to get around

Sunday driver keep me falling
Down the slide of time
I've gotta keep on moving toward Broad and Main
Sunday drivers keep me stalling
Their views are just a crime
I'm stuck here on the right so hit the passing lane

Watch for all the suits with their shades and their flashing lights
There's CIA men in the trees trying to free the kite
A creature preacher man of the cloth wants to stop the clock
For hyperactive teenage girls that just want to rock

I'm minding my own business, got guests in my hotel room
My public affections have branded me a pervert, goon
They got tabloid connections, bulletins on radio
They got citizen's arrest forms and P.A., lights and video