Beep Beep, Honk Honk © 2003 by Izolda Trakhtenberg with help from Rich Potter

This song was inspired by driving on the beltway during a Friday afternoon rush hour. Need I say more?

Beep Beep, Honk Honk

Beep beep honk honk the war’s about to begin
They’ll get there faster if they don’t let anyone in


Have a care
Please beware
Beltway drivers
Are everywhere

Driving on the beltway on a Friday afternoon
We know where we’re going but we will not get there soon


Refrain

We’re lots of little gerbils crawling around a circular maze
Swing left, dodge right maneuvers that only amaze


Refrain

Sports cars leave in their dust mid-life crises are surely a phase
I’m left choking on their exhausting haze (get it?)


Refrain

Can’t see ‘round the SUV it’s like a mountain in front of me
Why is there only one person riding in that hell-on-wheels?


Refrain

Rush hour is upon us the world slows to a crawl
A mile up, a man on the shoulder is answering nature’s call


Refrain

My hat is off to those who drive it every day
Daring to dream that it’ll be different today


Refrain

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I'm not sure if I will ever record this song, but I just had to write it all down.