Yes You Drivin' Me Crazy With Your Boom Box Automobile Yeah You Drivin' Me Crazy With Your Boom Box Automobile Now I'd Love to See You Lose the Keys to That Menace On Four Wheels It's So Amplified... Ain't no Wonder Why Your Paint's Begun to Peel And Those Sub Woofers Hammerin' They're Givin' My Head a Pain It's Either You Or Me If Its Me You See I'll Jus' Cop the Plea... Hey Judge... I'm Insane I'm Sore Insane You and Your Boom Box Car You and Your Boom Box Car Ya Gone and Drove Me Too Far With Your Boom Box Car With All This Rap Dap 'o' Lappin' and Those Bass Drums a Flappin At a Million and Twenty Dee Bees It's Got My Eyeballs Bleadin' and My Eardrums Pleadin' I'm Beggin' Mercy, Please, Please, Please But What Has Got Me So Mad Is When You Tell Me Oh Dad Ya 'bout As Square As You Can Be Would Ya Think I's Neater If I Blew Out Your Tweeters With This 12 Guage Across My Knees Give Up the Keys You and Your Boom Box Car You and Your Boom Box Car Ya Gone and Drove Me Too Far With Your Boom Box Car You Know That Back in My Day We'd Drive Our Chevrolets And Take Our Dates Way Up On Blueberry Hill And With Very Straight Faces Say "The Submarine Race Well They Start About a Quarter 'til" But Now You and Your Clowns Just Like to Ride Around Town With You Volume Knobs At Ten And the Only Thing Bangin' in Your Station Wagon Is the Beat Bouncin' Off Your Head Ya Might Be Brain Dead Soon Be Stone Deaf From Your Boom Box Car Yes Your Boom Box Car You Gone and Drove Me Too Far In Your Boom Box Car