[Verse] Joey Whispers in his cab up high Peterbilt shining like a fire in the sky Red Baron rolling through the shore-town mess Three axles deep and a whole lotta stress Tourists swarming like bees on a cone Cyclists actin’ like the road’s their throne Joey’s mic hot Roasting left and right "Hey pal Your turn signal’s on vacation tonight" [Chorus] Red Baron roaring Joey’s words flyin’ Steering through chaos No point in cryin’ Live stream poppin’ Fans all cheer "Joey Whispers for president this year!" [Verse 2] Convertible cruising at five miles an hour Lady with a latte Thinks she owns the power "Hey Karen The gas pedal’s on the right And that yoga mat won’t save you in a fight" Cyclists weaving Running reds like a game Joey’s got jokes Yeah He’s spittin’ flames "Two wheels No brain You’re a traffic Picasso Go ahead Make me famous on your GoPro fiasco" [Prechorus] Brake lights flash Horns scream in vain Joey’s calm Just working his lane "Tourists on scooters? That’s a comedy show Somebody tell ‘em helmets ain’t for show"
