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( Blow-up doll song lyrics )
BLOW-UP DOLL
( IN THE PASSENGER SEAT )
Copyright © 2010 - MickTerry.com

What is it with LA traffic?
No matter where you turn, seems like traffic is stalled.
What is it that makes things static?
All single driver cars that commute to the mall.
Way over there in the left hand lane
is a space that's almost empty & it seems like such a shame.
Way over there is a lane not used
'cause we all are single drivers
with a 7-amp fuse.

    With a BLOW-UP DOLL
    IN THE PASSENGER SEAT,
    he's flying down the fast lane marked "HOV".
    With a ratty blonde wig & two chipped front teeth,
    she's his BLOW-UP DOLL
    IN THE PASSENGER SEAT.

I know I've seen this guy driving,
his vanity- plates reading "Eat- My Dust".
I doubt that he'll be complying
to similar- rules as the rest- of us.
Way over there in the left hand lane,
ev'ry day his monster SUV will pass us like insane.
Way over there, through his window dimmed,
it appears there's someone in there,
but I bet that it's just him.

CHORUS

        Down near work, I pull in to fill with gas,
        pulling right up to a familiar SUV.
        Down near work and I feel like such an ass.
        There's a blow-up doll that's staring back at me

That night I bought my own blow-up.
I named her "Linda L." as a dumb little joke.
The clerk gave a wink in that porn shop.
He's had a lot of guys wanting one of their own.
Way over here in the left hand lane,
I am flying past those dorks all caught up in that waiting game.
Way over here, there's no one in my line,
'cept a black & white sedan with
flashing lights that's right behind.

CHORUS

Copyright © 2010  MICK TERRY  Silent Tree Music  All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ]   BMI
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To other police song lyrics:   IT'S JUST A JOB
To other crime song lyrics:   FORTY BIBLES
To other road song lyrics:   FINS, FINS
U-HAUL ASS
HASTY BONES
GREEN HUMMER
THE OTHER WAY
PIMP MY WALKER
DRIVE THIS SLOW
RUNAWAY TOYOTA
SHE'S TURNING LEFT
THREE MILES LATER
BIKER IN MY MIRROR
LISTEN TO ME, SANTA
WHEELS ON THE ROAD
SILLY SALLY CELLHOLE
BORED WITH HIS FERRARI
PEOPLE THINK I'M HORNY
MR. WHEELER IN YOUR SUV
OPEN SEASON ON THE FREEWAY
GASOLINE PRICES WERE PLUNGING
FIRST TIME OUT (IN HIS BRAND NEW PORSCHE)
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT A COMPACT?
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