Driving down the country lanes happy as can be.
Country pubs and cottages and other things to see.
Blue skies and sunshine make everything ideal.
I have everything to smile about sitting here at the wheel.
But then I see this idiot, just inches from on my tail.
He has the chance to overtake, "do it man" I wail.
But no he stays right there as though he wants to hide.
I'm sure if he got half the chance he'd be here with me inside.
I slow right down until I'm almost moving like a snail.
Surely now he'll overtake, even he can't fail.
But no I see him sitting there it seems without a care,
It looks like overtaking is just something he'd not dare.
At last I reach a lay-by and he's overtaking me
The temptation that I can't resist is giving him the V.