Yuppie Cadillac

Cruisin' down the freeway
Slupin' latte in my BM'er Roadster
I won for being Sales Rep of the Week
At my now failed dot.com

Then it happens again
S.U.V. damn near killed me
They made the roads so unsafe
I bought me one the very next day

Why do I eat up so much gas?
Why do I cut you off to pass?
What do I drive like such an ass?
Because I can

Yuppie, yuppie
Yuppie Cadillac
Yuppie, yuppie
Yuppie Cadillac

But I need my armored luxury tank
To drive to work and drive home
Keep my children safe as I run down yours
While I talk on my cell phone

Better you than me
Got important places to be
School, soccer, psychiatrist
And then the wine boutique

Why do I flaunt my upper class?
Hogging two parking spaces
Why do I act like such an ass?
No boundaries, man

Yuppie, yuppie
Yuppie Cadillac
Yuppie, yuppie
Yuppie Cadillac

Blow them up, key their hoods
Run them out of the neighborhood
Melt them down for blue chip scrap
War for oil, draft them

Got a big Hummer with monster tires
It's the latest craze
When S.U.V.s are not enough
To break a traffic jam

Up and over I go
My terminator crushing cars below
I'm late for a meeting more important than yours
My Krispy Kremes are getting cold

What is it about the navigator
Escalade, suburban, explorer, yukons?
That brings out the road-rage macho dick
In everybody who drives one

Icy curves, slow down
Another pathfinder found its way to hell
What a great way to think the herd
But why should we have to share the road with

Yuppie, yuppie
Yuppie Cadillac
Yuppie, yuppie
Yuppie Cadillac