Hang Up And Drive

(album: Osama - Yo' Mama - 2002)

He had a cheeseburger in one hand, french fries propped up on the seat
An ice-cold cola in his cup holder and to make the scene complete
He was searching for a pen and paper to make a note of things to take home
Still, he might have missed that concrete truck but he was talking on his mobile phone

Hang up and drive, you're driving me crazy
Put down that phone, put both hands on your steering wheel
Hang up and drive, you're driving me crazy
That ain't no phone booth son, it's your automobile

She had that vanity mirror down in her face, messing with her hair
In her high rise four wheel drive sitting way up in the air
She'd just put on her makeup, plugged her curling iron into the dash
But when she tried to dial her mobile phone that's when she heard the crash

Hang up and drive, you're driving me crazy
Put down that phone, put both hands on your steering wheel
Hang up and drive, you're driving me crazy
That ain't no phone booth son, it's your automobile

You've seen em' out there friends, it's scary
Every Tom, Dick, Jane and Mary
Driving with a phone stuck in their ear
Laughing, crying, yelling, talking
Those same folks can't chew gum while they're walking
What makes them think they can talk on a phone and steer

Hang up and drive, you're driving me crazy
Put down that phone, put both hands on your steering wheel
Hang up and drive, you're driving me crazy
That ain't no phone booth son, it's your automobile

I said that ain't no phone booth son, it's your automobile