I'm tired of all those city traffic lights
And loud car horns blowing in my ears
Everything's getting worse instead of better
At least from my eyes that's the way it appears.
Each time I spend a holiday in the country
I enjoy the scenery and find a cool country breeze
This always makes me hate going back to the city
Where the air's polluted and I cough and sneeze.
There's only one sensible thing left for me to do
And by golly! I've make up my mind to do it
I'm going to buy myself a secluded country cottage
Leave the big city and burn my driving permit.
Because_I won't need it anymore....
Ralph L. Clark © 2000