So, I’m driving back home at the end of the day,
            When a stupid young driver is ready to play.
                He’s weaving around at the back my car –
                But this is the time that he's gone too far.

            Thinking “He’s in a hurry” I just let him  by
            When a two fingered gesture just caught my eye.
                We stop at the traffic lights, and whilst we wait
                I copy down the number from his number plate.

            There’s a telephone number there upon his van –
            “Oh yes, now I’ve got you - you nasty little man.”
                 I write down his number whilst feeling quite cross,
                 But early next morning I speak to the boss.

            Number plate is noted, the driver is confirmed –
            “Is this the sort of person to represent your firm?”
                 The boss is also angry.  He waits until he’s back –
                 Then with cards at the ready, he gives him the sack.






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