The speedometer rises to reach a new height.
My heart is pounding. I’m crazy with fright.
Against my own will—I cannot slow down.
I’m heading for even worse traffic downtown.
The gas pedal’s floored; the brake won’t be had.
This situation could quickly turn bad.
If I should cause an accident or two,
I’ll be charged with the crime—but what can I do?
I can’t find the brakes. My sanity’s passed.
I had no idea I could drive this fast.
A few blocks ahead of me, I see a car.
I’m getting there quickly; I’m not very far
From bashing into it and making a mess.
Oh! I knew I couldn’t pass my driving test.