[verse] Oxford streets, he’s 89 and untamed, Chess on his phone while the world’s aflame. Stop sign ignored, metal screams collide, Three cars twisted, chaos amplified. [verse] Glass and smoke, horns blare in rage, He’s unscathed, calm, center stage. Laughing at wrecks, sipping his tea, “Man upstairs is watching, lucky me!” [verse] People screaming, cops ready to shout, He grins like a devil, no hint of doubt. Lottery ticket in mind, reckless and wild, Life’s a game, he’s the untouchable child. [verse] License in hand, never giving it back, Eighty-nine and ruthless, leaving a trail of wrack. Neighbors fuming, traffic’s a mess, He just honks and winks, causing more stress. [verse] Steel crumpled, sirens wail in the night, He’s a living disaster, loving the fright. Every collision, every panic-filled scream, Fuel for his ego, living the dream. [chorus] Driving chaotic, edge of disaster, alive, Oxford’s nightmare, somehow survived. Man upstairs smiling, chaos in stride, Lottery dreams and a devilish pride.
