[Verse 1: Boogie-woogie male lead, hollerin' over rolling piano left hand and driving swing drums] Eight times at the motor office and I failed it every time Same gray sedan, same steep hill up on Jefferson and Vine Same examiner, Ms. Okafor, a clipboard and a frown Same fella in the back seat writin' everything down I could merge it, I could signal, I could stop it on a dime But the minute that she said the hill I'd roll back every time Nine o'clock on a Tuesday and I'm goin' one more round With a boogie in my head and both my feet upon the ground [Hook: Boogie-woogie male lead, full band, pounding piano] Back seat driver, sittin' quiet with a pen Eight times I rolled back down the hill and I was back again He never touched the wheel, he never said a word at all Back seat driver, and the front seat took the fall [Verse 2: Boogie-woogie male lead, faster, piano rollin'] She said stop it on the incline, hold it, now ease off the brake And her pen was shakin' worse than me, I saw her knuckles shake The fella in the back seat leaned up close to see And he wasn't watchin' the road at all, he was watchin' her, not me So I fed it gas the way a boogie left hand walks the scale One bar, two bar, three bar, four, I didn't roll, I didn't fail Crested at the stop sign with the engine purrin' low And Ms. Okafor let out the air she held nine months ago [Bridge: Boogie-woogie male lead, left-hand walk-up, the piano left hand walks up one step every bar as he eases up the hill and the band lands on the crest] Ease off the brake, that's one Feed it the gas, that's two Hold on the hill, that's three Over the top and through [Verse 3: Boogie-woogie male lead, full band, shouted boogie-woogie hollers] She said pass, and the back seat said, Okafor, you're through Ninth ride on her probation, and the ninth ride was the clue Every time I rolled back down they marked her down a peg She'd been stompin' on a brake that wasn't there beside her leg So we both walked out the double doors with paper in our hands Two people who'd been tested, and we're shakin' where we stand Now I drive up Jefferson with the window open wide I hit the boogie left hand and I let the engine ride [Hook: Boogie-woogie male lead, full band, pounding piano] Back seat driver, sittin' quiet with a pen Eight times I rolled back down the hill and I was back again He never touched the wheel, he never said a word at all Back seat driver, and the front seat took the fall [End]
