DMV

I've been to hell. I spell it...I spell it DMV Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean Stood there and I've waited and choked back the urge to scream And if I had my druthers I'd screw a chimpanzee Call it pointless When I need relief I spell it THC Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory As I slowly inflict upon myself a full lobotomy Call it pointless Barbecues, tea kettles, gobs of axle grease There comes a time for every man to sail the seas of cheese Now, life's a bowl of bagel dogs, but there are unpleasantries Cold toilet seats, dentist chairs and trips to DMV Call it pointless I've been to hell. I spell it...I spell it DMV Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean I've stood in line and waited near an hour and fifteen And if I had my druthers I'd screw that chimpanzee Call it pointless