Last evening I was to the park returning,

Got stuck in a small traffic jam,

The guy behind me, being from New York,

Used his horn more than his brain,

It got me seeing red…

Out of the car I sprung,

With wrench in my hand,

I ain’t young no more,

I need back up to even a score…

So after this guy I did go,

But a bunch of people stopped me,

Glad they did, as if they didn’t I’d be in jail,

But the asshole with the horn would be,

Either in the hospital or dead,

For I can’t stop myself when seeing

                               …Red…